18: Ryann
Ryann
Ryann couldn’t shake the feeling of deja-vu.
The room the guards escorted her to was…acceptable. It was nothing special, but neither was it a cell. There was a bed to one side, the mattress firm and the covers clean. Across from this was a desk and chair, then an easy chair and small side-table. The furniture, on first glance, looked perfectly serviceable—not the best, but comfortable and practical. There was an open door to the rear, revealing a separate shower room. There was even a mid-range terminal on the desk.
There was no way out, though. As soon as the guards closed the door it locked tight.
She was a prisoner of Kaiahive. Again.
Ryann reached out with her lattice. The room was dampened, but she could touch a few things—lighting and heating, and also the
