Dexter and I stood leaning against the wall, looking at the person warily. To our surprise, it was actually Damien.
Damien glanced through the peephole. "They're breaking down the door. Someone could pick the lock. It's not safe in this room."
In Damien's room, Juliet trembled and cowered in the corner, her eyes swollen and teary. "Damien, you shouldn't have saved them. They're nothing but scourge."
I rolled my eyes at her. "Juliet, I can't believe you're still alive."
Juliet tightened her grip and glared at me. Ignoring her, I immediately made my way to the balcony." Dexter, let's climb up from here to get on the deck."
It was rare that Dexter and Damien did not quarrel with each other. Consequently, they pushed the bedside table and coffee table against the door. Juliet glared at me with resentment but remained silent.