Ice Prefecture.
An abandoned warehouse somewhere.
A woman hung suspended in the air.
The ropes had rubbed both her hands raw and red.
Seven or eight men sat around a fire, watching her with sympathy.
"Are you really going to throw your life away?"
The middle-aged man leading them roasted a sweet potato as he earnestly urged her, "We don't want to torture you. Hand over the photo album, and I'll let you go. All right?"
"Girl, nobody cares about the history you're exposing now. Do you understand?"
"What exactly are you holding on for?"
The men looked pained.
They were following orders, but they weren't without feelings.
Even they admired the woman's resolve.
In this age, too few people had faith.
"Do you know how my teacher died?" The woman's frail body swayed gently in the air. "They cut my teacher open to find the album."
"They set dogs on my senior and had him mauled to death because he covered my escape."
"Before they died, they told me I had to get it out."
"You might not care, but history must not be forgotten."
Without a trace of fear, the woman said, "Kill me. Don't let those animals take me away. At least let me die at the hands of my own people."
The middle-aged man fell into a momentary daze.
Her words seemed to awaken some feeling deep within him.
The men exchanged glances and fell silent.
"Boss, maybe... we should let her go."
The driver spoke hesitantly.
"What did you say?"
The middle-aged man turned and barked, "Have you forgotten who we are?"
"I haven't. I still remember... when Tian... when the chief first recruited us, he said he would make the Dragon Kingdom rich and strong."
"But this fucking woman... I don't think she's done