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might
be alive?”
    Li
shook his head at her. “No. I’m sorry Frey, but no one is kept alive more than
the time it takes them to interrogate them…”
    What interrogation ?! Why are they pulling people out of Slum City ?! And why the hell are they killing us ?! Why is everything I’ve seen so far like the opposite of the Slum City? Why does
that Jon person have Jin’s face? Why did they try to kill me ?!! Why the hell is there a City built around mine ?!! Frey wanted to shout the questions at his face, grab the glass table and
hurl it into the damned glass walls and see at it all break into millions of
pieces. She wanted to hurt someone, blame someone, get her fingers around
someone’s neck and strangle them!
    Suddenly
Li was at her side as if he had read her very thought. She hadn’t noticed she’d
stood up. Li circled his arms around her.
    She
tried to fight it, but suddenly all the energy went out of her. It was all too
much. It all seemed like a dream and this was going to be over soon.
    But
then the tears came and she knew she wasn’t about to wake up.
    She
sobbed and shook, Li all the while holding her tight, not saying a word.
    Frey
couldn’t stop her tears, or the raking sobs from escaping in loud wails. It was
like all the times she had held back, all the times when she had forced herself
not to show sorrow or hurt, swallowing her tears and pretended nothing was
wrong, all seemed to have piled up like an enormous mountain of pent up strain,
now breaking out from its enclosure and avalanching down on her.
    She
had no idea for how long she cried, or how long she was clambering hold of Li’s
shoulders, but the sobbing slowly let its grip around her lessen and left a
throbbing in her chest and head.
    Frey
slowly pushed away from Li, noticing they were sitting on the floor. She wiped
her face with her t-shirt. “I… I just feel like being alone for a while. Please,”
Frey said, her eyes sore and swollen.
    “Just
tell the system if you need me or anyone else.” He stood up and pointed to the
food. “And please be a good patient and eat your food. You must be starving.”
Li left her alone in the gigantic living room and Frey pulled down the tray to
rest in her lap, eating all the food without really tasting it.
    She
folded her arms around her legs and let big, hot tears roll down her cheeks.
This time she cried in silence.

Chapter
8
    Her wounds were
closing up fast. Injury wasn’t something new to her. You were never free of it
in Slum City. When she had asked Li about the abnormal healing speed, he had
told her that the fast healing helped the speeding as it was a cell built substance
that added to the body’s own. Her body had reacted very well to it since she
had never had it before. The more you used it, the more the body depended on
it. The one he had given her was purely a chemical creation, he assured her.
    The
tight, dark grey singlet had been the darkest top in the pile. She also chose a
pair of dark pants with deep-set pockets. The embroidered flames running along
the left side of the singlet were so discreet you could only tell when the
light hit it in a certain way or if you ran your fingers over it.
    There
were strange looking sandals next to the pile, glittering gems sewn into the
sides, creating delicate patterns. Next to them were a few other like the
first, like something more belonging on a shelf with a big sign saying: “look,
but don’t touch”, than on someone’s feet. The pair of shoes farthest to the
right were black and low cut, looking a lot like her
old sneakers but without the permanent grime. Frey didn’t have to think twice.
They fit her feet as if they’d been made for her.
    “Tina
picked those out for you,” Li laughed. “I’m afraid the boys downstairs chose
the rest.”
    With
all the tangles out of her hair, the braid now reached the small of her back. She
knew she looked different. Having looked at herself in the mirror she had been
a bit shocked herself. Her