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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

years she'd been confined. Her skin

inspection, and the doctor reviewed the notes

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

no one touched her, she

tried Braille? Just a few simple words, she might be able to understand

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

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

once, then immediately

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of

now, Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder,

having her fingers cut off when trying to

were at

One, the engineering team figure out the design

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

device that can communicate with her,

behind

Both options were daunting.

place had managed to

could do was to make the basement

they could redirect snatural

at Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in

"Beck?"

hoarse. "What do we

imprisoned, and the Sanders family had many waiting to

of sorrow, fighting back her

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a decade of

could pinpoint the location of the

eyes

someone to find

sight any longer, Maja left the basement

Quentin's remains and hurried back to where they had