Drawing Conclusions
"Sabrina, bring me a blank sheet of paper and a pen," Adrian mused, his fingers drumming lazily against the cold metal table as he maintained unbroken eye contact with Leo.
Without hesitation, Sabrina moved. Within seconds, she placed a crisp white sheet and a pen before the doctor, who immediately set to work.
Leo watched, his vision still hazy from the drugs, as Adrian's hand moved with precision—sketching lines, curves, and intricate strokes with unnerving speed.
Then, finally, the pen stilled.
Adrian turned the paper toward him.
"Look at this," he said, his tone casual—too casual. "Do you recognize this symbol?"
Leo's unfocused gaze drifted downward.
And his pulse slowed.
The moment he saw it, alarm bells rang in his head.
The symbol Adrian had drawn—it wasn't completely unfamiliar.
No.
It looked too much like the one he had been told to memorize from the last chit.
Except… there were differences.