Emily arrived on Uzar but instead of being taken to the battlefield, she gets taken to another room, one that looks similar to the hospital room back at Alaska’s entry point.
“Don’t be scared, we might have found a way to get your memory back,” her handler lies.
“I don’t need it back,” Emily says, a bit scared.
“Why not? It is two years of your life,” the handler says.
“I am good. I thought I came here to battle?” Emily asks, her voice shaking.
“Sit down on the chair and relax,” her handler says with a calm tone.
“If I don’t want to?” Emily asks, looking at the chair that reminds her of a dentist operating chair.
“Trust me, everything will be ok,” the handler says, swiftly touching Emily.
“Oh,” Emily says, sitting on the chair.
“Drink this,” the handler gives her a cup with clear
