Darlene pulled open the door and rushed out. The north wind whistling outside the court rushed towards her.
Her forehead was still sweating, and the cold wind penetrated her body all of a sudden and sent a shudder through her.
The winter in Baltimore was so cold. It was still early winter, yet she had already felt the bone-piercing coldness.
She looked around, only to see that everything was dead, lifeless, and endless.
She felt as if she had entered a maze and could no longer find a way out.
The pain in her heart overwhelmed her abruptly. She felt cold, but she still wanted to blow the cold air.
She did not care that the steps outside the court were wet. She sat down directly on one of the steps.
Just as she managed to stabilize her body, she could no longer control the mouthful of blood stuck in her throat and spat it out.
Half of the blood was vomited on the ground, and the other half spilled over her body.