Lanno considered whether to strip off his own pants from the portrait, as a more ruthless mockery of the absurd reality.,“Rest assured! Those living near the people in danger have already been called to a meeting to discuss a rescue plan. Your biggest task right now is to integrate into our collective!”,As dawn broke, Lanno awoke from his slumber with tear stains on his face. His hands were bound behind his back, like a pig, sprawled on the ground. Footsteps echoed through the pitch-black basement. Two men lifted him up and roughly carried him into a room splattered with blood. They bound him to an operating table. The harsh light blinded him, he tried to scream, but a face mask designed for anesthesia was clamped over his face.。