"...Sorry?" Ytrisia looked thoroughly confused, glancing skeptically at the doctor. She was just about to voice a suggestion about contacting some healing-type superheroes who might reverse the effect, but was abruptly cut off.
"Let's talk with the doctor first. Master will come soon enough," Darithi said smoothly, her eyes darting to Cruxius. Seeing his composed, dark gaze and reading their near-invisible exchange of signals, she instantly understood the assignment. She grabbed Ytrisia's arm firmly and pulled her toward the door, tailing the doctor.
After all, it certainly wasn't the first time she had silently facilitated his darker intentions.
"But—!?—click." Before Ytrisia could voice her growing suspicions, Darithi dragged her out into the hall.
The door clicked shut. The lock engaged.
Silence. Heavy and thick.
