"Hehe." The red-haired girl laughed eerily.
Chichu Chun looked at her, and the girl's blurry face gradually became clear, bearing some resemblance to her. Those hollow eyes bled, and her expression elongated.
"You've seen it all, haven't you?"
'Chun's face suddenly twisted into malignancy: "Why, why, why!"
"Why was I born to endure all of this? To test my recovery ability—electrocution, scorching—they cut open my chest, slashed me until I was covered in wounds, locked me in a room lined with Oasis crystals, no matter how I cried or begged, it was all useless."
"You know, don't you? It corrodes human bodies and flesh. I could only watch it fuse with my wounds and then spread throughout my body."
"Every week, under their orders, I personally hunted those death row inmates in the most brutal way, to numb me, to make me obedient like a good child." 'Chun' grinned a sinister smile,
