"Wendy!" Ivan roared her name, his whole body shaking with anger.
"Have you forgotten your duty?
"How could you work with those underground criminals?"
Wendy walked up to him slowly. She looked calm. She rolled up her sleeve without hurry.
From her shoulder all the way to her hand were needle marks.
"Ivan, you have never felt that kind of despair," she said.
"Being forced onto the ground and injected with stimulants. You can only curl up and roll around trying to ease the pain. In the end, you still have to beg them like a dog just to get another dose."
She let out a small laugh. There was no warmth in her eyes.
"Ivan, you cannot imagine what kind of hell that was.
"I was just trying to survive. What did I do wrong?"
A chill shot up Ivan's spine. His body stiffened.
He suddenly
