Lin Sanjiu inhaled deeply. The cubicle must have been empty for some time because she immediately felt an irritation in her lungs due to the dust in the air. But that was the least of her concerns...
“Seventh? Marcie, can you tell me how many personalities Luther possesses?” she asked, trying to keep her composure.
“Err… Apart from Luther’s own dominant personality, he had been diagnosed with twelve other observable personalities. At least, that was before the New World descended…” Marcie’s words trailed off as she grabbed her red hair in frustration.
Throwing a glance at Septimus’s idle face, Lin Sanjiu still could not come to terms with what had happened. “So, why haven’t I met this personality?”
