After finishing my brief exchange with Cyril, I placed the Fluoro Track back under my tongue. Its position there was difficult to detect and did not interfere with my speech.
I had no way of telling how long I had been confined in this pitch-black room. The faint, lingering scent in the air only heightened my physical discomfort.
If it had been someone with weaker resolve, they might have given in to their bodily desires by now.
Just when I felt like I was reaching my limit, the door of the small, dark room suddenly opened.
I raised my head and saw a figure seated in a wheelchair.
It was Cadell.
Because of the backlight, I couldn't clearly see his expression—only that he was alone.
Struggling to my feet, I instinctively asked, "Cadell, why are you here?"
My voice came out weak, wit
