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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 confined.

and the doctor reviewed

silence, the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia slowly

no one touched her, she could

we tried Braille? Just a few simple words, she might be able to

well. No matter what we present her

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once,

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of rage

her traumatic stress

also had a history of having her fingers cut off when trying to

were at a

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

she has to live by the rules

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

behind

Both options were daunting.

this place had managed to hold Cynthia captive

now, all Maja could do was to make the basement a bit more bearable for

they could

looked at Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we do

unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family had many

of sorrow,

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facility."

was Patric, with a decade of

they could pinpoint the

eyes again,

I'll send someone to find

any longer, Maja left the basement and felt the sun's warmth

they had spent the last night. But