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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 been confined. Her skin

and the doctor reviewed the notes

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

no one touched her, she could pretend

a few simple words, she might be able to understand

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

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers

"What do you mean?"

severed her three fingers once, then

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of rage in

with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all

history of having her fingers cut off when trying

were at

engineering

from this environment. In her mind, being here means she has to live

we find the device that can communicate with her, but

behind all

Both options were daunting.

to hold Cynthia captive

could do was to make the basement a bit more bearable for

they could redirect snatural light

Beck, who was quietly wiping

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we

mother imprisoned,

felt a pang of sorrow,

need to dig into that research facility. Those with gifts

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

facility."

decade of lan's memories, or Eric

a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location of the

his eyes again, composed

send someone to

longer, Maja left the basement and

to where they had spent the last night. But the building