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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

team continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed the notes

minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia slowly

long as no one touched her,

Braille? Just a few simple words, she might

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

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

once, then immediately stitched

feeling a surge of

now, Cynthia, with her traumatic

a history of having her fingers

at a

One, the engineering team figure out the design of this

means she has to live by the rules she's

we find the device that can communicate with her, but chances are

behind all

Both options were daunting.

managed to hold Cynthia captive

make the basement

they could

quietly wiping his

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What

his mother imprisoned,

pang of

wakes, we need to dig into that research facility.

need to find Patric. He holds most of Eric's memories now, and he might remember sdetails about the Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

facility."

it was Patric, with a decade of lan's

could pinpoint the location of the

wiped his eyes again, composed

I'll send someone

Maja left the basement and felt

they had