I was curled up in the small prison room, wrapped in the thin blanket they gave me. The walls were plain, cold, and empty. But this room was better than the other cells. It was special, arranged by Doctor Aldrich. He had made sure I would not suffer like the others. Even now, in this dark place, he was still thinking of me.

The room was quiet. Too quiet. I lay on the small bed, holding my knees close to my chest. My mind was tired, but it would not stop thinking. Everything was like a ...