With an indifferent expression, Roy unlocked the cell door and stepped inside. In the corner, he immediately saw a woman who was as battered and bruised as a dead dog.
Li Lu's face and body were covered in bruises and scars. With no clothes to cover her, she shivered uncontrollably from the cold. The hair on her head was patchy, as if she had some kind of scalp disease. What little remained was matted with dirt and dried blood, hanging over her face and rendering her completely unrecognizable.
Roy stood frozen, staring blankly at the woman before him. Is she really Number 8? I can't be sure. If she is Number 8, how am I supposed to get any useful information from her?
The flashing red light of a nearby camera made Roy wary of pausing too long, lest his behavior be detected as abnormal.
