The Spare's Second Chance in Apocalypse-Chapter 123: Ch : I’m saving you- Part 2

"I apologize for keeping you in this small and confined space. And I also apologise for not allowing you to see where we are, but it is all for your own safety. I hope you realize our connection soon."

Rose spoke as they reached their final destination.

Selene sat on the cold floor, her wrists aching from where Rose had gripped her too tightly before shoving her into this room.

She took a slow, deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm despite the whirlwind of emotions raging inside her.

Rose had spoken in that same unnerving, zealous tone—telling her that she had no choice but to stay, that she would come to understand in time.

That she belonged here.

Selene scoffed.

’Like hell I do.’

She sat up straighter and tried using her Insight to analyze the structure of the room, looking for any weaknesses or an escape route. But the moment she reached out—

Nothing.

A jarring emptiness filled her mind.

She gritted her teeth, trying again.

Still, nothing.

It was like the system itself had been cut off from her.

Rose’s words echoed in her mind. Even the system is helping us.

Selene clenched her fists.

That was a lie.

It had to be.

She refused to believe that the world itself was conspiring to keep her here. The more likely explanation was that Rose had done something—maybe used his abilities to cut her off from her connection.

Still, it didn’t change her goal.

She had to escape.

Rose had locked the door and left, likely feeling satisfied that she was helpless.

Selene smirked.

He underestimated her.

’As if a blindfold and a lock can keep me in here. I was trained to be able to get out of any situation possible. There is no way I will stay here for long.’

Carefully, she reached up to her hair and pulled out a thin, unassuming hairpin.

She twirled it between her fingers, running a thumb over its smooth surface before getting to work on the lock. The mechanisms inside the door were standard, nothing she hadn’t handled before in her past life.

With practiced ease, she maneuvered the pin into the keyhole, feeling the tumblers shift under her precise movements.

Click.

The lock gave way.

Selene exhaled, pushing the door open just enough to peek outside.

The corridor stretched ahead, dimly lit and eerily silent.

But there was movement.

Armed patrols paced the hallways, and the tension in the air told her that this place—wherever she was—was heavily secured.

She bit her lip.

Getting out wouldn’t be easy.

As she stepped out, careful not to make a sound, her foot brushed against the doorframe, creating the faintest creak.

Selene froze.

One of the patrolling guards nearby tensed, glancing around.

Her heart pounded.

Acting on instinct, she darted into the closest open room she could find, slipping inside before she could be seen.

Darkness enveloped her.

She pressed her back against the wall, breathing shallowly.

It was a closet.

Footsteps approached.

She held her breath, listening as the guard stopped just outside the door.

Seconds stretched painfully long before the footsteps finally retreated.

Selene let out a slow, controlled exhale.

’This isn’t going to work.’

She couldn’t just sneak around aimlessly. She needed a real escape route.

’Think.’

Carefully, she slipped back into the hallway and used her Insight—even if it wasn’t working at full capacity, she could still detect vague areas that weren’t occupied.

She moved quickly, ducking into an abandoned bathroom.

The window.

She hurried over, pressing her hands against the glass.

A hundred floors up.

Selene’s stomach dropped.

There was no way she could jump—not without certain death.

She clenched her jaw.

’Okay. Plan B.’

Just as she turned back toward the door, an ear-piercing alarm blared through the building.

Selene’s breath hitched.

Then, a voice crackled over the speakers.

[All personnel, be advised. A suspicious female has escaped confinement. If seen, capture at all costs.]

A sick feeling curled in Selene’s stomach.

They were searching for her.

And now, everyone in this building was on high alert.

’Great.’

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Selene stayed low, her breath steady as she assessed the situation.

The entire building was on high alert, and she didn’t have the luxury of taking her time.

If she was going to get out of here, she had to move now—before people started piecing things together and locking the place down.

She crept along the dim corridor, her steps light and silent.

’Think, Selene.’

Escaping through the windows was a no-go. The elevators were too risky—if they weren’t already locked down, they would be monitored.

That left the emergency staircases.

Her Insight wasn’t at full power, but she could still detect vague movements. She turned her attention to a figure ahead—a janitor, casually pushing a cleaning cart down the hall.

Selene narrowed her eyes, keeping a safe distance while trailing behind him.

If he was heading toward the emergency exit, she could follow him and slip out unnoticed.

Sure enough, after a few minutes of walking, the janitor turned a corner and made his way toward the emergency stairwell.

Selene let out a breath of relief.

She had to be careful, though. If she acted too hastily, she could blow her cover.

She took slow, deliberate steps, her gaze locked onto the janitor’s back as he reached for the door.

But just as he was about to push it open, he suddenly stopped.

Selene froze.

Then, the janitor turned around.

"I know you’re following me. If you want to get out of here, you might as well show yourself."

He said, his voice calm but firm.

Selene’s pulse quickened.

’Damn.’

She had been too careless.

The janitor’s sharp eyes scanned the hallway, waiting.

Selene made her choice in an instant.

Rather than reveal herself the way he expected, she lunged forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat.

Before the janitor could react, Selene struck him with a precise blow to the side of his neck, knocking him unconscious.

He crumpled to the floor with a soft thud.