The city of Vaxbury, night time. Having few people on the street, and 24-hour convenience stores and pharmacies are the most serious stores here. Most places are shining in a debauchery light. Red, green, purple. Giving a illusional halo. The kind of halo that shouts danger and strange for most people, but for people who seeks getting drunk and stupid, it’s just the place.Turn right off the main road not 20 minutes off the highway, Mia arrives right at such a store with purple light shining and jumping. Dozens of people lined up in front of the small gate guarded by two bulky, mean-looking men. It doesn’t look like a welcoming place, but with a VIP card with fancy dresses, you will get right in with almost touching level of considerative service.The woman right in frong of Mia holds such a card. They call her Madam Lya.Madam Lya has the card between her two fingers like a cigratte, flashing the two guards with a wink. They return a wide smile, greeting her as they step out of the w

To drink, or not?The amber liquid reflecting the dim light like a witch’s potion, promising to fulfill wishes, but also with danger hidden within.Robert instantly ugres: “Do it! Do it now and we will get what we came here for! He is taking you back to his place! That’s a first for any girl he has his eyes on!”He’s so noisy.With the force on her chin, Mia frowns as her eyes land on the drink.Richard Ryan seems to have misunderstood Mia’s reaction, and more force is added on her: “Don’t worry. I don’t use drugs.”Mia remembers their research. This man doesn’t do that. That’s true.Though she frowns mainly because of Robert’s nagging, Mia feels much more at ease for the assuance.Clenching her fingers again, she lowers her eyes and maintains her meek, innocent look, saying her first words after seeing the target: “Okay. Please let go first. I can’t do anything like this.”“You are interesting,” Richard Ryan does not let go instantly. Instead, he turns her head left and right slightl

Grasping on the handle about the car door as tight as she can, Mia stares at the fast passing street and the crazy driver with a pale face, praying to survive the night.She has planning and planning for her revenge, but never did she expect to be trapped in a sports car with a lunatic.He definitely drank. Even right before he dragged her out he finished at least a whole shot.He is now in a state of excitement caused by alcohol, staring straight at the road ahead, with a smirk on his lips, and keeps tapping the accelerator under his feet, driving the sports car to its maximum speed.Daisy panics even more than Mia, complaining in a horrified shout: “I told you this won’t work! What’s the point of struggling to survive for a year just to die in a car crash with this scumbag?!“Haven’t made any progress on our revenge, and now we are about to die in the same car with the murderer. At least it’s a good joke!”Mia has no spare mind for Daisy nagging. Her eyes dart back and forth between

She knew the target won’t corporate when she made the plan. He has been in power for too long. But that’s why Mia has her tools. Torture is very persuasive. This kind of thing doesn't match her character at all. Before the accident happened, she was kind and weak, unwilling to trample even an ant; and torture was to deliberately cause pain to a living human being. Create pain with her own hands. What's more, she doesn't have an experimental subject yet, so she can only simulate everything in her mind. Here is her first practice. She can only succeed, not fail. But the ringing outside the door totally destroyed the scary atmosphere she just established. "Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong", the doorbell rang three more times. Startled, Mia almost snaps her head at it, but she manages to take her position and maintain a calm posture. Being the interrogator, she can show nervousness or it won’t work. The contrast of power, pressure and fear of pain added altogether, is her only chan

Mia stares at the gang leader.Richard Ryan only repeats that one line: “I’ll talk...I’ll, talk...”Tightening her hand around the landshade, Mia is washed over by exhaustion when she suddenly got what she wanted. It was like a string that was stretched to its tightest point and then suddenly broke.Turns out it’s not just the person being interrogated who is under pressure.But it's not over yet. She has to wrap it up properly.Haste makes waste.She taks a deep breath, lets go of her hand, and smiles lightly. Then, she moved the bucket at her feet, taks out a pack of tissues from her pocket, and places it on the steps next to Ryan.After doing this, she leans over and looks down at him: "Talk, and our game will be put on hold so long as you behave.""I... there is a transfer in my bank statement called cleaning fee. It was made by the employer that day." Ryan gets her promise and quickly says.Mia nods: "Not bad, continue."Ryan looks at her face and swallows: "You can check bank st