I woke up cold back on the slab in my tiny cell. My head was pounding. The last thing I remember before I dozed off was Mister Suit asking me baseline questions. Then it was a series of flashing memories. Sparks flying, Screams. Voices. A thrashing body. Bright blood splattered against the pale yellow walls, a face without eyes. I guess the pink pill worked, what are those ******* control boys going to do now? Nothing's traceable. Me 1. Them 0. It should be a wake-up call for them. Long live Moonstone! I know it's not over yet.