Nadia had always known 1801 to be a reserved person, but the realization of his violent tendencies, especially toward a child, sent a shiver down her spine. Lily seemed to be used to it. This daily escape to Nadia's space was likely a desperate attempt to find refuge from her abusive brother. "Why would he hurt you?" Although it wasn't her business, the thought of a child being abused was simply unthinkable. While Nadia refrained from digging into Lily's past, the child's timid nature and eager-to-please personality awakened a flicker of recognition, a dark echo of her own childhood. That was why Nadia was taken to Lily. "Lily, is he your biological brother?" "He's teaching me how to box," Lily explained, rubbing her bruised arm with a smile. "I guess I wasn't good at dodging, so I got hit. Sometimes I fall too." Nadia's stomach lurched. A further inquiry revealed that Lily had been subjected to grueling boxing sessions for days on end. "I can show you my boxing skills, Nadia!" Lily declared. Without waiting for Nadia's response, she headed toward a clear space. In a blink, the shy, delicate girl transformed. She stood up tall and sucked in her stomach. It was a stark contrast to her usual demeanor. Lily launched into a series of precise, powerful movements, her stance sharp and her eyes alight with a newfound intensity. Nadia watched, speechless. This child, barely four or five, fought with a skill that rivaled her own. Praise flowed freely from Nadia's lips. Lily, unaccustomed to such positive reinforcement, blushed furiously. "You're so kind, Nadia." Her brother wasn't one for compliments, regardless of her achievements. There were many bruises on her body, evidence of rigorous training. What kind of person, Nadia wondered, would subject a young child to such harsh training, especially in the midst of a typhoon?1801, a complete unknown in her past life, was shrouded in an air of mystery. Was his brutal training a desperate attempt to prepare Lily for a future he somehow knew was coming? The precision of Lily's movements, far too sophisticated to learn from mere video tutorials, hinted at a deeper knowledge, a knowledge 1801 seemed to possess. Lily was aware of her surroundings at this age, so Nadia kept her questions to herself, maintaining a cautious distance yet offering a safe haven for the young girl. Despite Lily's frequent visits, her behavior was impeccable. She never rummaged through Nadia's belongings, nor did she ever beg for food. This suggested a well-mannered upbringing, further emphasized by the gifts she always brought. Nadia retrieved the ointment she had prepared earlier. She applied it gently to Lily's injuries, saying, "Soak in a warm bath before bed." After their playtime on the balcony, Lily said a reluctant goodbye to the rabbit and headed home. ...The past few days had been filled with tension downstairs. The slightest provocation seemed to ignite arguments, cursing matches, and near-brawls. The harsh weather and difficult living conditions had stretched everyone's patience thin. There was a confrontation between the long-time residents of the 9th floor and the newcomers crammed into the hallway on the 2nd floor. A heated argument erupted, threatening to boil over into a physical confrontation. The dawn brought a shocking discovery for the residents of the 9th floor. Their meager food supplies, vital for survival during the typhoon, had vanished entirely. It was a clear sign of a break-in. Who could stoop so low as to steal from their neighbors in a time of such desperate need? Suspicion fell upon the residents of the 2nd floor, who were constantly knocking on doors, borrowing things, and using the restroom. Wouldn't someone leaving or entering the hallway have noticed a thief slipping out with stolen goods? Frustration mounted, and both families became embroiled in a shoving match. Eventually, the commotion subsided, leaving a tense silence in its wake. The break-in wasn't an isolated incident; several floors had been targeted. Even with homeowners awakened by the noise, the darkness provided cover for the thieves, their faces hidden behind masks. This wasn't a single desperate thief, but a group of robbers. Faced with knives, the residents who were present in the hallway, a mixture of fear and a perverse sense of satisfaction in their eyes, did nothing to stop them. Those who hoarded food and refused to share deserve this! It was fair now. Let them starve as well! Even those who heard cries for help remained hidden out of fear. They barricaded themselves behind furniture, their pleas for mercy lost on deaf ears. The building, once a place of community, had descended into chaos. Those who were robbed donned on masks and stole from others in turn. Sin, like a storm brewing amidst the typhoon's fury, thrived in this environment. Nadia adjusted her routine. She had early dinners and early bedtimes, and she set a midnight alarm to workout. Two days after implementing this new schedule, she heard noises outside her door. She pressed her ear against the cold wood. Someone was indeed trying to pick the lock. The recent days had been filled with desperate families pleading for scraps to feed their starving children. It had been ten grueling days without a drop of water, a flicker of electricity, or a whiff of gas. Under such circumstances, it was a miracle if any household still had food stockpiles. Even if they did, sharing with one family would be like waving a red flag at a bull, inviting others to swarm them and take everything by force. Nadia took out a butcher knife from the domain and put on her night vision goggles. She cautiously cracked open the inner door, then pushed the outer door outward with all her might. The intruders hadn't expected her to bust open the door. The one holding the cleat didn't even have time to scream before Nadia covered his mouth. His abdomen hurt as Nadia thrusted the knife into him repeatedly. Then, she pushed him away and walked toward the other intruder, who shone his torch at her. The moment he saw Nadia's bloody knife, he was shocked and turned to run instinctively. Nadia tripped him, pulled him by the collar toward her, and slammed him against the ground. There were four intruders in total. The remaining two turned around and ran, but one of them slammed into a figure. Before he could make a sound, his neck was twisted and he died. Then, his body was immediately tossed out of the window. Hearing the sound, Nadia looked up. It was a tall figure, and he was killing and tossing out bodies with practiced ease. Even though Nadia was shocked, she drove her knife into the remaining person's throat. The man held his bleeding neck with his mouth opened, wanting to say something but couldn't. He spasmed on the floor. Word about 1802 holding a treasure trove of food, the resident of which was beautiful and living alone, had spread through the building. So, other than attempting to steal food from her, they also planned to sexually assault her. She was so young and beautiful. Little did they know, Nadia wasn't one to be trifled with. As she ripped the mask from one of the assailants, a jolt of recognition shot through her. In her past life, he had moved into 1803 and tried to break into her room multiple times. He was the epitome of evil. Even if he was given another chance to choose, he wouldn't hesitate to do evil. Nadia sneered and stabbed the knife into the man's heart without hesitation. She then removed it from the man and stood back up, staring at the nearby man warily. It was dark, so she couldn't see clearly, but from his figure, he seemed to be… 1801? Harrison emerged from the shadows, dragged the dead man across the floor, and threw him out of the window. Seeing her unmoving and looking tense, he muttered, "You didn't do anything wrong. Sparing his life would have meant more destruction." Was he comforting her? He didn't seem to be surprised at what happened tonight. He was so calm the entire time he killed and tossed the corpse down the stairs. There were no emotions in his eyes. Nadia had her suspicions about his identity before. From the air he gave off and his stance, he must have been in the military or the police. But now, he seemed more like an assassin. Regardless, at the moment, he wasn't a threat to her. He even helped to kill the intruders and dispose of their bodies. Nadia nodded, agreeing to what he said. If she had let them live, more people would have suffered. Nadia wiped away the blood stains on her face, then grabbed a mop and cloth to clean up the blood stains in the corridor. Meanwhile, 1801 fixed the lock near the stairs that was damaged before dawn broke. The two of them didn't say anything and returned to their own home. Nadia went into the domain to take a shower, after which she soaked her bloodied clothes and washed them clean. She had been through worse, so she was calm when she lay in bed and drifted off to sleep quickly. The next morning, the floodwaters had risen significantly. Standing on the balcony, Nadia ate her breakfast—bun and milk. The burst of flavors and the simple act of eating offered a fleeting moment of normalcy in this increasingly chaotic world. But the normalcy was a facade. The water, once a source of life, was now a graveyard. Household waste bobbed on the surface, a multicolored tapestry of despair. And amongst the debris, Nadia spotted a few bodies, lifeless and drifting away with the current. As she ate, she saw a few people jump into the water and waded outside. All of them were braving the typhoon to look for food. Day after day, they disappeared into the storm, never to return. Perhaps some made it back, unseen by Nadia. The creaking of the stairs momentarily startled her, but Nadia simply continued brushing her teeth, washing away the taste of the food. As noon approached, Jasmine's voice filtered through the door. "Nadia, more and more people are coming to the door. We need to be careful, especially in these times," she said.