I had already convinced myself to turn back and return to the banquet hall.

　　But after taking a few steps, I stopped.

　　For a moment, I hesitated. Then, I turned around and sprinted toward the direction where Bethany had been taken.

　　Call me an idiot, but I just couldn't bring myself to turn a blind eye.

　　It had nothing to do with whether Bethany was my friend or my enemy—I just needed to be able to live with myself.

　　The corridor ...