Upon hearing Anna's words, the clown shrugged and placed the hat back on its head.0

The wound was connected to a brand-new hand, so there were no more wounds, which meant there was no risk of excessive blood loss. However, it also meant that Anna had lost her one and only weapon—her very own bone.1

Noticing Anna's troubled look, the clown crossed its hands, and a tiny flying knife used for popping balloons in the circus appeared in its hand.0

It then placed the tiny flying knife into the hat, causing it to triple in size, transforming into a dagger.0

"It's fine as long as it's usable. Follow me. We must climb up the floors. That thing must have affected something, so this could be our only chance to escape," Anna said,...0