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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

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

and the

minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and

as no one touched her,

a few simple words, she might be able

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

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once, then immediately

a surge of rage in

with her traumatic stress

history of having her fingers cut off when trying

were at a

only two options now. One, the engineering team figure out the design of this room, and

means she has to live by the rules she's learned.

return for the most part. Two, we find the device that can communicate with

master behind

Both options were daunting.

managed to

Maja could do was to make the basement a bit

mirrors, they could

looked at Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we do

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pang of sorrow, fighting back

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sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location of the research

wiped his eyes again,

I'll send someone to

Maja left the basement and felt the sun's

where they had spent the last night. But the