Emilia's Escape From Prison

Cynthia's heart was pounding. She lay motionlessly on the bed, cold sweat soaking through her clothes.

The person who had sneaked in rummaged around the house. They seemed to be searching for something.

Taking advantage of the time they spent searching, Cynthia slowly shifted her body. Reaching toward the dining table, she grabbed a vase. Slowly, she moved toward the direction of the sound.

The light wasn't turned on in the room. However, she was already accustomed to the darkness.

The person fell to the ground without any defense when she smashed the vase on their head.

Cynthia immediately turned on the light when she heard a loud thud.

It was a person wearing black pants and a black denim jacket. The person lay on the ground with a black cape. There was a pool of blood beside their head.

Cynthia had never dealt with a situation like this before. She was still stunned.

After a moment, the person moved. Groaning, they touched their head and got up.

Cynthia felt for the fruit