The Life of The Rich

At the Secret Service center,

Anya met Senon at the parking lot and went upstairs in the elevator while speaking about his upcoming session court. After briefing about the status, Senon mused stepping out of the elevator on the fifth floor with Anya. "What parcel could summon Skye to the office today?" 

Instead of quenching his curiosity, Anya let out a long hum, "I like this tangy flavor." Then she sucked on the candy as they entered the vast room with a lollipop in her mouth. 

Senon grinned at her acknowledgment before his eyes fell on the group of humans looking at them in disbelief… To be more precise, they were looking at Anya. 

He tilted his head to take a look behind them. He almost choked on his candy, "What the… He isn't who I'm thinking. Is he?" He was bemused at his sight. 

Pale, Miles Johnson was lying on the bed, alive with untreated wounds and broken bones. He was barely recognizable after a week without food and sunlight.