Seeing Emma for the first time, Emily almost didn't recognize her.

In her memory, Emma was a sharp and capable woman with short hair.

But who was this disheveled, pitiful woman before her?

Jackson walked over and nudged Emma with his foot. "Hey!"

Emma shuddered in fear, curling up in the corner.

"Now, you answer whatever we ask, got it?"

Emma nodded quickly. "I will, I will. I won't dare to lie."

Her eyes were still covered, making it impossible to see who was in front of her. She tilted her head slightly, waiting for the questions to begin.

Jackson took out a recorder from his pocket, switched it on,...