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

team continued their inspection, and

few minutes of silence, the bathroom door

one touched her, she could pretend

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

begun, "we've attempted that as well. No matter what we present her

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

severed her three fingers once,

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of rage in

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused

also had a 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

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

Two, we find the device that can communicate

master behind all

Both options were daunting.

place had managed to hold Cynthia

Maja could do was to make the basement a

could

at Beck, who was quietly wiping

"Beck?"

hoarse. "What do we

mother imprisoned, and the

of

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facility."

it was Patric, with a decade of lan's memories,

memory, they could pinpoint the location

his eyes again, composed

someone to

left the basement and felt

Quentin's remains and hurried back to where they had spent the last night. But the building was

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