"COUGH! COUGH, COUGH!!" Locked in a cell of just over ten square meters, Anna was deathly pale, the corners of her lips twitching.
She was huddled in a corner, her body trembling violently. Her vision was blurry, and with the only hand she could move, she clutched tightly at the fabric over her chest.
Heart palpitations, chest tightness, and headaches. These discomforts, compounded by hunger, insomnia, and the bitter cold, relentlessly assaulted Anna's body and tormented her mind.
Anna understood what was happening to her; they had drugged her food in an attempt to break her will.
This was no surprise. She had long expected their strategy—first the courtesy, then the conflict. She had already received the courtesy; all that remained was the conflict.
"315, abandon your resistance. Comply with us and tell us everything you know. Then, all of this suffering will disappear. Otherwise, this is only the beginning," a cold voice announced from the wall.
