C224 Target to be Addressed

In the dungeon, the light was dark, the air was closed, and there was a smell of rotting life.

Yin Lan curled up on the bed. There was no window in the room where she was imprisoned. There was only an electronic locked door. She looked at the pale wall, at the glaring empty space. Her gentle and charming face was dyed blue. Above her was the finger mark that Euler had made last night