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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

their inspection, and the

minutes of silence, the bathroom door

long as no one touched her,

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

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

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show signs of

"What do you mean?"

severed her three fingers once, then immediately stitched them

feeling a surge of rage

now, Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all

having her fingers cut

were at a

the engineering team figure out the

mind, being here means she has to live by

device that can communicate with

master behind

Both options were daunting.

this place had managed to hold

Maja could do was to make the basement a bit

they could

Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What do we

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

could pinpoint the location of

wiped his eyes

someone to find

longer, Maja left the basement and felt

where they had spent the last night. But the building was now rubble,