Would you still want to escape after countless failed attempts at running away?
No, you'd just want to lie down.
Tao Tao lay on the hospital bed, her eyes open calmly gazing at the ceiling. Having been a patient with agitated depression for the fifth cycle, she had learned to control her emotions well—for she had become resigned to her fate.
She understood that escaping was futile.
Even if the game clock was counting down, the chaotic and looping time of the hospital never ceased; she had just managed to escape the hospital not long ago.
In the blink of an eye, she was back in Ward No. 8.
The world seemed to twist before her eyes.
The air mixed with disinfectant and gunpowder twisted into two intertwining wavy lines. The ceiling, which was originally flat, became undulating foam. The eerie cool tones lingered everywhere, and darkness obscured her blurred vision.
Everything around her seemed to be gradually distorting.
And in this crazy world, what could a frail girl do?