"Tsk."
Emily wasn't too surprised by the result; just as she couldn't step out the door, she couldn't enter the restroom either.
Invisibly, an unseen force was hindering her, making the restroom seem so close, yet she couldn't enter it no matter what.
"Damn it, what kind of ability is this?"
Thinking this, Emily instinctively pressed her short legs together, feeling that perhaps it was due to a surge of adrenaline or psychological tension that she suddenly felt the urge to use the restroom.
But when she lifted her foot forward, she reappeared in front of the door.
"Damn it!"
Could the enemy's ability really be stopping her from using the restroom?
Emily's mind was filled with sarcastic remarks; the more she couldn't go, the more she felt she needed to.
Katerina looked at her with concern in her eyes and asked, "Emily, are you alright?"
"No, I'm fine."
Emily shook her head; there was no way she could admit wanting to use the toilet—it was too embarrassing to say out loud.
