Jocelyn ordered Saeko to push Dora out of the way.
Not trusting Saeko, I stepped forward, scooped Dora into my arms, and patted her shoulder gently, reassuring her.
Dora buried her head in my broad chest. Only then did her terror finally ease a bit.
She continued to plead with me not to go in.
I turned to look at Jocelyn, who appeared resolute, giving no one a chance to refuse. I thought to myself that, this time, we had no choice but to go in.
I gave Dora a wry smile and comforted her, "It's okay, we'll just take a quick look and come right back. We'll be very careful, nothing will happen."
Upon hearing this, Dora clung tightly to my neck and began to cry softly. Her frail and helpless appearance made me feel distressed; I even began to regret bringing her along.
But deep down, I w
