The Death Of Me, Is The Death Of You
Raze sat in a dimly lit room, the sparse furnishings casting elongated shadows across the stone floor. The air was thick with tension, a small reminder of the limited time he had before the Physicians would return.
Their absence was temporary, they had long stopped talking. Now the piece that he could feel was bought at the price of collaborating in the creation of a deadly concoction - a mix of herbs that held ominous potential.
Having watched Reno before, it was only confirming what they had planned to do to him.
He leaned against the cold, rough wall, lost in a tumult of thoughts.
'I need to carefully weigh my options,' he mused. The medicine, a brew of unknown herbs, was a double-edged sword that could either cure or kill.
'If only Reno were here,' he thought. Reno, a master of counteracting poisons, could have easily crafted an antidote. But such thoughts were futile; Reno was not there to lend his expertise.