Lindsay hesitated again and again before finally saying, "Fine. But we need a backup plan. Go to the kitchen and get the cleavers."

Lucy had just opened her mouth to protest when she saw the unwavering determination on Lindsay's face. It was clear that unless she fetched the knives, Lindsay would never open the door. With no other choice, she gave in and went.

Before long, she returned with two cleavers in hand.

Lindsay nodded. She raised her hand, ready to press the switch and open the door,