Chapter 97 The Lighthouse Of Hope

• Red's lungs burned as she ran nonstop towards the lighthouse. The atmosphere was dark, and Red had to rely on the slowly moving lighthouse lamp to light the surrounding area.
• When she reached the door, Red cautiously opened it. The creaking wood and a robust and ammonia-like smell greeted her.
• Inside, it was too dark to see anything. Red opened the door wider, hoping for more light, but it only extended a meter.