The penthouse elevator opened with a mechanical silence.
The nurse was already there, accompanied by Ashita. She asked no questions, didn't look away. She wore gloves, and her dark eyes betrayed the tension, her breathing rapid. In her hands, she held the only thing that mattered now: a syringe and a vial with a vivid blue liquid.
— Extend your arm, Mr. Min. — she said.
— What? Why? — Salin said, pulling his shirt a little tighter around himself. — Let's just go to the bedroom.
— It's quick, Sali. Just extend your arm, it's an antidote for the drug.
The blond nodded, extending his arm. She quickly injected the contents directly into Salin's vein, who didn't even complain.
— 8 minutes. — She stepped back.
And I nodded. What would be two hours of agony burning his nervous system would last only 8 minutes. Still too long to watch him suffer, but it was the best we had.
