– Who are you?
– I'm Alice.
The punch broke her lower lip open, the deep red blood staining the pure white floor.
– Try again. Who are you?
– I said I'm Alice!
Her scream echoed against the cold walls of the over-lighted room, but no matter how loud it was, the clicking noise of the readying gun felt heavier.
– Last try. Who are you?
– ... I'm 94.
– Good.
The handcuffs bruising her wrists got loosened, and she knew it was one of the best rewards she could obtain.
– Who are you?
– I am 94.
– Where are you?
– I am forbidden to say it.
– Good.
A glass of water has been put in front of her, but still out of her reach.
– What is your mission?
– I have not been assigned one yet.
– Good.
As soon as it was pushed towards her, she snatched it off of the table, raising it to her mouth in a trembling and fast gesture, spilling some over her white top. She put back the container in front of her when it was empty, breathing raggedly.
– Last question, 94. Who do you belong to?
– ... I belong to the PH Project.
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The PH Project
Mystery / ThrillerBetween alcohol and robbery, Alice's life has always been a mess. However, her life shatters the night she kills a man, or rather the morning after: when a stranger appears out of nowhere asking her if she would want to start her life over by joinin...
