Clarice turned around, her eyes scanning the empty hallway as an icy chill ran down her spine.

She had heard someone calling her "Rosalind Gold", a name she had long since abandoned. That was a remnant of a past she believed she had put to rest for good. Yet now, it was resurfacing, threatening to drag her back into memories she had sworn to kill.

For years, she believed she had cut off all ties with her former self, but hearing the name she had carried for over two decades still triggered an instinctive response.

"Dr. Amaryllis!" At that moment, a man who appeared to be a director approached with a respectful smile, followed by two medical staff.

"I've prepared the latest batch of drugs. Should we administer it to the test subjects today?"

"How many times must I tell you?" Clarice's voice turned icy as she fixed her gaze on him." They are not test subjects. They are patients. Don't make it sound as if we're monsters."

The man chuckled and responded, "Of course, you're absolutely right!"

"By the way," Clarice added, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Did you see anyone suspicious while you were on your way here?"

The trio exchanged confused glances.

"Suspicious? No, Dr. Amaryllis. This place is tightly guarded-it's almost impossible for anyone unauthorized to sneak in."

out a derisive snort. "Don't get complacent. We're

Jace had also been summoned to the hospital to lend

medical staff wheeling a hospital bed in his direction. At first, he paid it little mind, but then a weak, frail voice

Save me...

to the source of

bed lay a girl, deathly pale and trembling. Her thin arm,

The girl's tear-filled eyes

But this girl's gaze struck him in

the girl, her face full

medical staff by the arm,

Amaryllis instructed us to deal with her

furrowed as he asked, "Was

discussing the weather. "But even if it hadn't, she's terminally ill. She'd die sooner or later anyway, so it's better to put her out of her misery

clenched involuntarily, the veins on his hand bulging, mirroring the storm

virtuous man, but the inhumanity of these people scraped against the last shreds of his moral compass, grinding it to

shortly. You're responsible for watching over that man tonight. This is a direct

as though he wanted to

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