Layer after layer of half-meter-thick isolation walls descended from above, dividing all the rooms within the station into small cubes and cutting off all communication between them.
Anna and the combat team escorting her to her quarters were also trapped in a low, narrow corridor.
As the lights overhead turned blood-red and began to flicker, Anna leaned back in her chair, her lips pulling into an exaggerated grin. "Heh, what did I tell you? Some memories shouldn't be meddled with."
"Shut up!" A group of burly men surrounded Anna, all of them glaring as they pointed their guns at her.
The red alert lasted for half an hour, during which the surrounding walls trembled slightly.
To Anna's disappointment, the scene she was hoping for—something bursting through the walls—never came.
When the ceiling lights turned white again, Anna was escorted back to her bedroom and locked inside once more.
