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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

hand. No one knew how many years she'd been confined. Her skin

their inspection, and the

of silence, the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia slowly

no one touched her, she could

Braille? Just a few simple words,

"we've attempted that as well. No matter what we

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show signs of

"What do you mean?"

three fingers once, then immediately stitched them

a surge of rage in

her traumatic stress

her fingers cut

were at

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

she has to

most part. Two, we find the device that can

behind

Both options were daunting.

managed to hold Cynthia

to make the basement a bit more

could

Beck, who was quietly wiping his

"Beck?"

voice hoarse.

his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders

a pang of sorrow,

dig into that research facility. Those with gifts

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facility."

of lan's

memory, they could pinpoint the

wiped his eyes again, composed

someone

the sight any longer, Maja left the basement

hurried back to where they had spent the last night. But the