A layer upon layer of half-meter-thick isolation walls descended from both sides above, dividing all the rooms within the station into small cubes, making it impossible for them to communicate with one another.
Anna, who was being escorted to her quarters, along with the combat team that was transporting her, was also trapped in the confined, low-ceilinged corridor.
As the lights overhead turned blood red and flickered on and off, Anna, leaning on her chair, pulled her lips into an exaggerated grin. "Heh, what did I say? Some memories shouldn't be meddled with."
"Shut up!" A group of burly men surrounded Anna, glaring and all pointing their guns at her.
This red time lasted half an hour, during which the surrounding walls even trembled slightly.
To Anna's regret, nothing ever burst forth from within the walls.
When the ceiling lights returned to white, Anna was taken by those around her back to the previous bedroom and once again locked inside.
