It was one thing to have my hands and feet securely tied, but why was my mouth also sealed? I should at least have been able to make a noise! Why was I confined in a mental asylum? Why did it seem like everyone was afraid of me? Why... do I feel like laughing?---------------- This is a story where Holmes and the Joker wreak havoc on the SCP Foundation. I hope everyone will enjoy it!
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She let the knife cut into her, and the faint twitching of her muscles told Chen Xiao that she could feel the pain. However, her face remained expressionless, lax, indifferent, as if the pain was not enough to stimulate her nerves.
Indeed, she was indifferent, just as years of exposure to the scorching sun naturally hardened fishermen against the acrid taste of seawater, porters ignored the calluses on their hands, and workers instinctively tuned out the roaring of machines.
People always adapt to their environments, whether they want to or not.
So, the nurse naturally paid no mind to such a trivial wound... It was merely a cut, which, for someone who had endured what she had, could be utterly disregarded.