The black cells were a myth, a legend—supposedly bedtime stories used to scare children into obeying their parents.
Because the actual location or condition of these cells remained a mystery to researchers, people had dismissed them as just another conspiracy theory about the government and how lethal they could be to prisoners at one point.
Most folks were plainly unconcerned because they weren't terrorists, after all. The government had no scores to settle with them.
And that's why Fiona burst out laughing, echoing her father's sentiment; there was a noticeable subtle tug at the corners of his lips.
Ewan, however, couldn't afford the luxury of laughter; he was battling pain. He thought it was foolish for Fiona to laugh though, especially given the chilling way Athena had articulated her desire for justice against her enemies.
"Is something funny, Fiona?" Athena asked, her voice colder than ice.
