Of O------tia Ling Day01 -8992- — The Training

: Every strike she threw was mirrored and countered instantly.

She thought then of the thing that had sent her to the compound: a fragmented instruction from a long-vanished commander, a promise whispered into the ear of a child, the steady pressure of necessity. The training here would not be comfort. It would be a conversion of ordinary days into instruments. She welcomed it, in the way one welcomes a hard rain—because the rain was honest and because it would either wash away old dirt or harden the clay. The Training of O------Tia Ling day01 -8992-

No answer. Just the flicker of a red recording light, and the hiss of sanitized air. : Every strike she threw was mirrored and

Lights out at 22:00 sharp. Day 02 begins at 04:30. The Training of O------Tia Ling day01 -8992-