Don’t Break

A sliding door opened up on the opposite side of the room where Malachi had come from, and a man stepped out from the doorway.

Like Malachi, he had a leaner figure that was still in excellent shape and he wore the same black military garb as all of the dead men lying outside.

Albeit his seemed to have more patches to symbolize his higher rank and status.

His unnatural pale skin and white hair paired with icy blue eyes made his identity as a blessed scream out loud and clear.

Both of his arms were bionic and remained clasped behind his back as he paced around the room.

"This one was quite a fighter. I'm sure she would have made you proud. We had to keep her sedated like this because she kept-"

"Did…you… put… her… here?"

Malachi had never had such trouble stringing together a coherent sentence in his life, but after seeing this man and Anna's condition; he felt like he was having difficulty maintaining basic functions.