Chapter 252 Inocent Trap

Suddenly, he heard a soft cry echo from the end of the corridor.

His feet froze.

Not again…

He turned his head slowly and squinted toward the dim corner where the sound came from. It was faint—but there. Like someone trying to cry quietly.

He hesitated… then walked forward, heart thumping in a mix of fear and curiosity.

As he reached the end of the corridor, his eyes widened.

A witch sat on the floor near the emergency stairs, knees pulled up to her chest. Her long dark hair veiled most of her face, but her trembling shoulders gave her away. Her robes were pretty expensive. Her face was pale but striking—sharp brows, deep eyes that looked glossed over with emotion.

Seeing a witch cry like this?

Unusual.

Karl stood awkwardly a few steps away, scratching the back of his head. "…You okay?"

She didn't answer. Her eyes were locked onto a few papers clenched tightly in her hands.