"𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦," softly uttered the doctor.
The diagnosis is clear; Alessia had lost the ability to utter a single word for nearly a month. Her parents, initially unconcerned, grew tense upon hearing the news, overcome by a blend of emotions that the...
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Lying against a frozen surface, I remain motionless, my wrists caught in seastone handcuffs.
It's an unnecessary precaution, but at least it lets me know one thing: Teach knows nothing more about my abilities than what I showed him at Marineford.
I scan my surroundings.
Glainne has trapped me in a glass coffin and it's small enough to keep me quiet for the time being. My oxygen reserves aren't great, but I don't think he's trying to kill me without getting his answer. On the other hand, he seems to want to weaken me considerably.
