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What belief?

Maja couldn't guess, not after hearing those words. She was too far gone to stay calm.

She took a deep breath. "So how do we communicate with her?"

Right now, communication was the biggest hurdle. Cynthia recoiled from any human contact, going into a state of distress with just

a touch.

And she couldn't hear if they spoke.

The doctor lifted a hand to massage his temple. "We haven't figured that out yet. We'll see if the engineering team can break

through the basement's defenses. Until then, we're being monitored around the clock."

He gestured to their surroundings.

Standing up, Maja scanned the area. "Can't we just cut the power?"

The engineering team shook their heads, clearly frustrated. "We can cut power everywhere on the island, but this circuit is

isolated. The main switch is encased in a solid steel box. We've tried shooting it, explosives, nothing damages it. Plus, it's got

backup from wind, solar, you nit."

Maja's impatience grew.

Meanwhile, Cynthia leaned against the wall, her forehead slick with sweat.

Just knowing there were people around her was overwhelming, covering her in sweat.

A chain was still clamped around her ankle. As she slid off the bed to move around, the clanking of the chain dragged across the

floor, echoing in the room.

Maja sat on the bed, suddenly feeling defeated.

Especially after watching Cynthia navigate to the bathroom with such familiarity, it was clear she knew the basement like the back

one knew how many years she'd been

inspection, and the doctor

of silence, the bathroom door

no one touched her,

"Have we tried Braille? Just a few simple words, she might be

the doctor begun, "we've attempted that as well. No

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

three fingers once, then immediately stitched them back

a surge of rage

traumatic stress disorder,

a history of having her fingers cut

were at a

two options now. One, the engineering team figure out the design of

has to live by

we find the device that can communicate with her, but chances are it's with

behind

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to

make the basement a bit more bearable for Cynthia's

they could redirect

Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What

bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family had

felt a pang of sorrow, fighting

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with a decade of lan's

they could pinpoint

his eyes

someone

left the basement and felt the sun's warmth

where they had spent the last night.