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She groaned. The glaring light slowly faded and a pleasant darkness settled in her head. Insofar as it could be described as pleasant when the pain of torture subsides. Someone was talking - at least there was a voice. Her senses returned only slowly."I am Sahinja.", She called out to herself. Every time the torturer started tormenting her, her memories faded for a short time. Sahinja wore several protective Takrans, which allowed her to endure pain better, but here they were hopelessly at the mercy of the torturer's special Takrans and his extraordinary torture method.Takrans are symbols on the skin and each one gives an ability. A total of ten Takrane could be worn on the body: one on each arm, on each palm, on each leg and on the sole of each foot, and also one on the forehead and on the stomach.The usual equipment of a fighter was visible on Sahinja's skin. On her hands and arms she wore elementary Takrane for the attack, on her stomach and forehead Takra