Anna understood that she could trust at most a third of what this woman said.
But that didn't prevent her from agreeing; they were probing her, and she was using the conversation to probe them as well.
As long as she kept a tight hold on that red line in her heart, continued exchanges would only deepen her understanding of this organization, raising her chances of escape.
"Cut the crap, who's on duty today? Another visit from yesterday's psychiatrist?"
"No, some other friends."
The screen switched quickly, revealing two middle-aged men seated before a table.
Meeting new faces, Anna first inspected their appearances—both looked utterly generic, no distinguishing features at all.
Except that one wore half-rim glasses and the other didn't; if you took away that detail, most people would believe they were twins.
"Hello. Nice to meet you. You're Anna, right? I'm Carlo." The one with glasses spoke up first.
