Chapter 84
They sat in silence for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes.
She kept working on the door. Trying to find a weakness. A seam. Anything.
Her father watched her with the hollow eyes of someone who'd already given up.
"It won't work," he said quietly. "I've tried. For six years, every chance I got, I tried. These rooms are perfect prisons."
"There has to be something..."
A hissing sound cut her off.
She looked up. The vents. The same vents that had released gas before were opening again.
"No," she whispered. "No, not again..."
White smoke poured out. Faster this time. More concentrated.
"Get down!" her father shouted. "Stay low where the air is clearer!"
She dropped to the floor beside him. Pulled her shirt over her nose and mouth. But it was useless. The
