"Uh." Hector groaned softly. "Damn it, I've used too much."
He quickly grabbed some acupuncture needles and stuck one into the right side of his temple. The effect kicked in right after. He stumbled over to the bed nearby and collapsed onto it for a break.
He stared up at the ceiling and let out a heavy sigh.
"Everything's just too complicated."
Not long after, another ghostly voice drifted around his ears.
"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk... Lucky you. If you had been even a second late, I would've taken over. Still, it's fine. Since you've already used dance's corruption, next time if you use even a bit more of it, I'll definitely claim what's mine."
Hector didn't reply. He just closed his eyes for a moment and slipped into a short nap to clear his mind.
Suddenly, the door creaked open and a young pharmacist stepped in.
She shouted, her voice trembling with worry from what she had overheard earlier.
"W-What happened?"
