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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

inspection, and

the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia

as no one touched her, she could pretend

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

that as well. No matter

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once, then immediately stitched them

a surge of rage

her traumatic stress disorder, refused all

had a history of having her fingers cut off when

at a

the engineering team figure out the

her mind, being here means she has to live

for the most part. Two, we find the device that can

master behind all

Both options were daunting.

had managed to hold Cynthia captive for so

do was to make the

could redirect snatural light

at Beck, who was quietly wiping

"Beck?"

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of lan's memories, or Eric

could pinpoint

eyes

someone to

left the basement and felt the

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