Tokyo, Shinjuku.
The colorful neon glow of Kabukicho had nothing to do with the hospital; in here, everything was shrouded in cold white.
Thanks to Ito Otome's efforts, Emily was successfully rescued, but her current condition still wasn't great.
Her tongue was numb; she couldn't get a single word out.
She couldn't move her body at all.
The effects of the drug still lingered in her body, viciously gripping every organ, leaving her with only a barely movable index finger—and she even needed Katerina to move the keyboard for her so she could type what she wanted to say.
She tapped the Enter key with her index finger, and the computer let out a mechanical voice, "Bastards, I'm definitely going to tear Institute No. 47 to the ground.
Those bitches can all go to Hell for me!"
She lay there, her small palm-sized face unable to show any anger because of the drug's effects, stiff and blank.
