Sa-young subtly furrowed his brows.

"...Matthew? Why?"

"The Doctor has been monitoring him, but his condition isn't improving. We’re not sure if it's because of that damn drug or what, but even potions and healing abilities aren’t working..."

"......"

The gloved fingers traced the rim of the glass. Had Matthew been injured? Wasn't he already dead? Sa-young didn’t recall any reports about him being in trouble. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, his own and others' thoughts tangled together. He let out a long sigh, and the sound of air escaping his gas mask followed.

‘This isn’t good...’

He wouldn't …