Dianne Wei's POV
Several weeks back...
Tonight is the night and no other time will do, Dianne told herself as her chest threatened to gave out. She was mear-crippled with anxiety ut she must escape from here.
Sky needed her.
The sterile hum of the laboratory’s fluorescent lights seemed to pulse in Dianne Wei’s ears, a constant reminder of her captivity. The lab was a maze of cold, metallic surfaces and shadowed corners, illuminated only by harsh, clinical lighting. The walls were lined with a disarray of advanced surgical equipment- scalpel trays, syringes, and monitors- each item meticulously cleaned and organized. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the oppressive weight of secrecy.
For more than fifteen excruciating years, Dianne had been imprisoned in this i
