Jack froze.
The Doctor Riza—gentle, careful, soft-spoken Riza—stood calmly with Shadow limp in her arms and she had just thrown a pair of scissors at him.
The metal clinked loudly on the floor, echoing in Jack's skull as blood dripped to the floor from his left shoulder.
When Jack looked up, her pleasant smile never faded. The odd thing though was that it was still the same. As if she just didn't try to kill him.
"Employee Jack," Doctor Riza said warmly, as if soothing a frightened child. "Are you trembling? Are you afraid? You don't have to run. I promise—you are safe. Just do not run."
Jack wasn't exactly trembling. He was just startled.
Seeing the poisoned notification disappear, Jack's system pulsed sharply, somewhat throwing off the doctor who was not expecting him to take it so cleanly.
"How?"
Jack didn't answer and his gaze snapped to the sleeping Shadow on the doctor's arms—breathing faintly, too faintly—and bile crawled up his throat.
Jack's jaw locked.
