Even though her mouth wasn't sealed, she didn't bother with any pointless efforts, staying silently calm.
Because she knew, there was surveillance in this space.
She didn't even need to search for infrared; in this closed and quiet place, she could hear the sound of machines being turned on.
So she was sure, she didn't need to shout, as long as that person was there, he would know she was awake through the monitoring equipment. If there was something he wanted to say to her, he should come now.
Sure enough, she heard faint footsteps outside. Though very light, Heather's senses were extremely sharp, so she could hear someone approaching from afar.
The sound of a machine inputting a password.
Soon after, the door was opened.
Heather looked up and saw a beam of light coming in—it was the lamplight.
Judging by lamp alone, one couldn't determine the time of appearance.
The person walked in, each step heavy, causing Heather to feel a very special yet familiar sense of suffocation.
