Thalia's Identity

The door was wide open. My husbands and I, who were in the doorway, immediately looked around to see what had happened. There, Adam was clutching Wayne's arm, while Wayne was holding a small knife and an apple, and in front of them was Thalia squatting with her gaze down, her trembling hands trying to cover her face.

"P-please... put the knife away."

"Keep that knife away from me. Please ...." Thalia pleaded with her pupils moving restlessly. She was unable to look up to stare at us. Her whole body was trembling, reacting to the feeling of trauma.

I signaled Adam and Wayne to go outside with the eye code. They understood immediately. They looked down for a moment, left, and closed the door to the room tightly.

I walked over to her. Crouched down and placed my hand on the back of her hand. Her body stiffened as I touched her.

"It's okay, the knife is gone. It won't hurt you anymore." I looked at her with pity. How much torture had this woman received that her body was instantly made to