Then, the man smiled faintly.
"I want to know what it is."
"You must be mistaken."
Kyrian did not move.
"I saw it."
Silence. The man uncrossed his arms.
"Saw what?"
"The needle. It crossed the street."
"It entered that man's neck. Then he got better."
The smile disappeared from the man's face. For the first time... he truly looked at Kyrian. Attentively.
His eyes narrowed.
'Interesting.'
Kyrian remained motionless. The man held his gaze. And then...
His eyes seemed to shine for a brief instant. A nearly imperceptible light, like the reflection of the sun on a distant surface.
But Kyrian saw it. The very moment the man's eyes gleamed, a strange sensation traveled through his body. It was as if something was trying to pass through his eyes. Trying to see through them.
Examining. Analyzing. Investigating.
