Chapter 853:

The white-clad guard gulped involuntarily. It had been two years since Tonya last conducted an interrogation with her hair tied up, and the memory of the previous subject’s fate lingered. It was a fate worse than any nightmare.

The white-clad guard nodded.

“Alright, Tonya.”

Tonya stood casually with her hands in her pockets, leaning against the interrogation table. She half-opened her eyes and asked the black-clad guard, “What happened last night?”

The black-clad guard lifted his head and detailed the previous night’s events.

His tone carried a hint of annoyance when he spoke of Etta’s attempt to bargain.

Tonya nodded, absentmindedly fiddling with the pen holder on the table. It had been some time since she had been active. She needed to prove to Harlee that she was still as sharp as ever.

minutes later, Etta was led in. She looked around at the oppressive setting. Was prison meant to feel this suffocating? But she quickly dismissed the thought as

slowing involuntarily, and just as she halted, the white-clad guard hit her. In shock,

“You…”

move. If Tonya gets upset, it’s worse for both of us!” the white-clad guard said, dragging Etta forward. The interrogation room was eerily

so talkative, held her

slammed shut automatically, causing Etta to jump

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eyes caught sight of several small chambers

her vantage point, she could see the instruments of torture inside. She was shocked, unable to believe that such places still existed in the world, where illegitimate interrogation methods were used. Wouldn’t they get

been mistaken. She leaned forward for a clearer

as she was about

but the guards’ words from the previous night suddenly resurfaced in her mind, causing her to

perched on the edge of the table and released a chilling laugh

laughter rang clear, yet to Etta, it sounded like a sinister worm drilling into her brain, causing a

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