Let You Go

Lucille extended her hand, tapping twice on the iron railing, producing a crisp sound. "Don't you want to get out? If you tell me what you know, I'll let you go." Even with such a tempting condition, they remained indifferent. One of the mutants opened his mouth to say, "You don't have to ask, we know nothing." Lucille narrowed her eyes. "Won't speak even at the risk of death?" The mutants looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh. "If we speak, then we shall die." It was as hard to pry open their mouth as tightly shut as clam shells. Lucille seemed to have given up the questioning and turned away. Just as she was turning around, she casually asked, "Tonight, your leader is going to save you, right?" With a light and casual tone, as if talking of everyday matters, it left them utterly unprepared. The mutant subconsciously nodded. "Of course, the leader will not abandon us." The moment his words died away, the mutant's expression changed abruptly. Lucille turned back, with a slow