[AT VET]
when the other omega teams were busy with their plans to kill Jasmine, who advances two days early. Eric, that man, was alone in the basement. Watching around the room with high antipathy. Moments later, he got up, trying to walk on his own two feet, without the help of Regina or Rafael. With a high fighting spirit, Eric moved all his limbs side to side.
Although limping, but his steps slowly began to steady and steady. His stiff muscles started to loosen. Although slow, he could walk again on both legs.
The man looked at the array of scalpels and the other doctors' equipment. With a shudder, Eric took it, twirling the knife until it danced beautifully in his hand, just as he always did before. His expertise was playing with sharp objects. At first, the knife fell, once, twice, three times, even the fifty times. But Eric did not give up. He kept trying… trying… and trying! Until finally …