SEPARATED FROM WEN as soon as they entered the security center, Mich was put into a small interview room. When the door shut behind her with a solid thunk, her neck began to itch. They’d better not keep her here long. She worked on slowing her breathing, not wanting to let on just how badly the size of the room bothered her. No matter how determined her will, her breathing sped up. She pinched hard at the inside of her wrist. Pain radiated to her hand. Closing her eyes, she focused on the sting to drive the music in her mind back into the darkness.
Her eyes snapped open when the door creaked. A woman, younger than Mich, stood in the doorway. She was thinly built with straight black hair scraped tight into a ponytail. Her uniform was perfectly tailored with nary a wrinkle. The badge on her
