… I look down at the slumped over, bruised body in front of me. Are they dead? You don’t look like an adult. But if you aren’t an adult, then why haven’t you been brainwashed like the other kids? Maybe you died too early? You don’t seem pale though… I lean down to peer at her, but suddenly jump back when I hear coughing and sputtering escaping her throat. She’s alive. I should probably take her back to Monaca, right? She’s in charge of the brainwashed children…