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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

how many years she'd been

their inspection, and the doctor reviewed the notes

silence, the bathroom door opened,

her, she

Braille? Just a few simple words, she might be

well. No

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show signs of

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once, then immediately stitched

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of rage in her

with her traumatic stress disorder,

history of having her fingers

were at

One, the engineering team figure out the

her mind, being here means she has to live by the

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

master behind

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to hold

all Maja could do was to make the

could redirect

Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse.

imprisoned, and

felt a pang of sorrow,

we need to dig into that research facility. Those with gifts

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facility."

a decade of lan's memories,

just a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint

his eyes again,

send someone to find

longer, Maja left the basement and felt

back to where they had spent