The Empire of Reimia (3)

— This is something that will make you one of us. — Without waiting for Linnea’s answer, the colonel injected the liquid into her shoulder. — We can’t allow someone like you to be among us, you understand. Don’t worry, you won’t grow horns, and you won’t feel any noticeable changes, except for… — As he spoke, Linnea felt dizzy and almost fell to the floor, but then she slowly began to recover. — Yes, except for that, you might feel unwell for a couple of days, headache, nausea, and so on, but it will pass. So… — Making sure she could listen and understand what he was saying, the colonel looked down at the document again. — Linnea Sherman… Forget that name. From today on, you are 7-41 (these were the last digits of the number assigned to her in this document). So, seven forty-one, you have ten minutes of my time. If you have any questions, now is the time to ask them.