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The colors were washed out with age, though details were distinguishable. It depicted four people: Two men and two women. The men were close in height. One of them middle-aged, with graying chestnut hair and wrinkles around his piercing electric blue gaze. The young woman next to him had to be in her thirties; there was also an intellectual grace about her. Green eyes and thick blonde locks tied into a short ponytail. She looked like a scientist, as did the man next to her, both of them wearing white coats. Three of them stood in front of a glass wall. Behind it was the missing part of the puzzle: She was bound by shackles, sitting in on a bed. The room encased in glass looked like a brig.

Gold hair poured over her shoulders. Enid couldn’t deny her beauty; she looked like a goddess. Asides from that, the woman was the spitting image of someone David and Enid both had met at the Renaissance Sanitarium, though her face was marred and she looked as if she hadn’t aged a day since.