Lloyd seemed to have noticed Yvonne's hesitation. He volunteered himself. "Ms. Yvonne, wait here. I'll go have a look."

Then, Lloyd went toward the cage. The closer he went, the stronger the smell of the blood.

Lloyd was anxious. His hand trembled when he grabbed the black cloth. He closed his eyes and pulled the black cloth away in one swift motion.

Before he could open his eyes, Yvonne shrieked, "Gwen!"

Lloyd saw what was before him and was instantly bewildered.

A person was curled up in the corner, covered in blood. Every single part of her body was bruised. Without the black cloth, the stench of blood and rot was even stronger.

Lloyd was still stunned, but Yvonne was already by the cage, frantically trying to unlock it.

Tears fell, blurring her sight, yet her eyes were still fixed on Gwen. "Gwen, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being late."

Lloyd came to his senses. Seeing the blood on Yvonne's fingers, he immediately took her wrist. "Ms. Yvonne, calm down. I'll get someone to un