"Aren't there still those psychos?" "Yeah, but they wouldn't be screaming like that!" "Maybe they're fighting each other?" The second someone said that, everyone perked up. "That'd be perfect! Let them destroy each other, and maybe we can finally grab some real food." "I wouldn't count on it. Did you forget? There's still someone else in this building." "Who?" "That missing little girl." The room went silent the moment those words hit. After a few tense seconds, someone muttered, "We'd better be careful. Let's not fall into those people upstairs." The next day, while the group was hanging out on the eighth floor, slow footsteps echoed from above. Everyone froze mid-bite, eyes snapping toward the door, muscles tense. The door creaked open. A bald woman walked in slowly. She had a gun in one hand and was dragging a little girl with the other. The little girl's arms and legs hung limply, as if she couldn't move at all. Nobody could tell what the bald woman wanted, so everyone just stared, muscles tight with tension. The woman ignored them completely as she tossed the girl next to a corpse. She paused for a moment, speaking to the corpse, "I'm bringing your daughter back." Then, she pulled a small red object from her pocket and dropped it next to the girl. Everyone squinted to see. It was a tongue. Olivia looked at Charlotte, her expression cold. "Don't lie in your next life." Then, she turned and walked away. On the floor, Charlotte froze when she saw the rotting corpse beside her and let out a terrified scream. She glanced helplessly at Olivia's back. She couldn't form a single word, only making some muffled noises. When the footsteps upstairs finally faded and a door slammed shut, everyone let out a long, shaky sigh. "Man, I thought she was gonna shoot us." "You're overthinking. She didn't even glance at us." "Whatever. I'm starving." They looked back at the two figures on the floor. One was crawling with maggots and stinking up the room. The other was a girl with clean skin, lying quietly, unable to move or speak. They shared a look. "This place stinks. Let's get downstairs." "Yeah, good idea." They picked Charlotte up and carried her down. Her eyes were wide with fear, panic coursing through her.What are they going to do to me?! Charlotte tried to resist, but Olivia had already wrecked her arms and legs. She couldn't do a thing, only watch as they dragged her down to the sixth floor. A group was waiting, their eyes gleaming as they looked down at her. "Don't waste it. Who knows when the rain will stop?" "Start with the limbs. They're already useless." Half an hour later, they left satisfied. Charlotte stayed unconscious for a long time before finally waking. Her arms and legs felt completely dead. The pain had gone numb. Her mind drifted back to when she first arrived on the 14th floor. Where did it all go wrong? Things were fine just a little while ago ... ... Building 6 slowly returned to its usual quiet. After that day, Olivia barely left her spot. Harold stayed home, buried in his research. Natalie and Cassian spent their days cooking, sparring, playing games, and watching movies. They grew closer, and the days passed quickly. Finally, the rain stopped. But outside, it was still completely silent. No one dared to go out. The acid rain had lasted for over a month. It had paused a few times, but it always came back, killing many people.Everyone was too scared to take the risk. Three days later, when the rain hadn't returned, a few brave people ventured outside. When they came back with supplies, the others finally worked up the courage to step out as well. A week went by, and the acid rain still didn't return. Natalie stood at the window. "Let's go out and check things out." Cassian pursed his lips. "What if it rains again?" She jerked her chin toward the window. "Are you more chicken than they are?" He stayed quiet. She looked at him and smiled meaningfully, like she just remembered something. "Worried I'll make you go home again?" He glanced at her. "Nope." Grinning, he added, "Remember that bet you lost?" Only then did Natalie remember that she'd lost a bet about Charlotte's identity. The loser had to do one reasonable thing for the winner. She laughed. "I almost forgot. Feeling pretty confident now, huh?" Then, she asked, "So why don't you want to go out?"