Player Reload

It’s unclear whether it’s a prison rule or just a coincidence, but the newspaper in Gray Rain’s hand has no date-related information. Seeing how engrossed she is, it seems impossible to pry any more clues from her.

Li Cheng takes two steps back and checks out the two single-person cells in the lower-left and lower-right corners.

The door of the lower-left cell is tightly shut, its food-serving hatch seemingly welded shut and immovable no matter how much one pushes. Knocking and calling elicit no response.

As for the lower-right cell, the disheveled figure curled up inside is equally unresponsive to any outside noise, just murmuring softly to a corner of the wall.

Li Cheng listens intently, faintly making out a coarse, raspy voice that could be male or female, asking in a gentle tone: "Did you behave at school today? Did the teacher praise you?"

Then, the person’s tone changes, becoming harsh, "You don’t realize you were wrong; you just know you’re going to die."

And again, the tone switches, this time to calm and resolute, "Turn the third turbine laser cannon on the left flank five degrees!"

Finally, it returns to a peaceful state, chuckling foolishly.

"What’s with these oddball inmates, are they all mentally unstable?"

Standing outside the cell, Li Cheng looks bewildered and can only sigh before turning towards the vending machine, "Multiple personality disorder is too scary."

"Yeah, we think so too," the voice in his head says in agreement.