In order to shake off Melanie's pursuit, Credence chose to head down a rugged path and a deserted area. The area was practically uninhabited, so despite all the screeching and screaming, no one came to help.

Below Credence was the bottomless abyss. If he fell, he would certainly meet the same fate as Melanie.

Apart from death, there was no other way out.

Dorothy's legs were firmly hooked onto the cement railing. The pain burned on her skin. Using the last of her strength, she grabbed Credence's blood-soaked arm. Her nails pierced into his flesh, as she shouted hoarsely, "Credence, hold on to my hand, hold it! Come on, climb...