Narrator (breathless, slowly constricted voice)
There are no clock hands here—Only suffocating moments, Where the Bodyguard's brain is conspiring against itself.
He is standing—His chest rises and falls, His eyes are wide open, drenched in sweat. His lips are dry, yet he whispers to himself—
"No… no, I decided this…I'll decide where the syringe goes. Right side of the neck… no, left side…"His fingers are trembling.
His vision starts to blur—He thinks—
"What if Zinn knew beforehand?What if he knew exactly where I'd insert the syringe in the neck?Then… he knows what I'll do with his body using the syringe.He knows…"
His breath catches in his throat—Panic thickens.
He thinks again—
"No… then I'll dump Zinn's body somewhere? No…What if even that's part of his plan? What if I kill him? No…What if even…?No…What if I run away? No… no… what if even that's in his plan?"
His lips are moving. His hands are shaking. The veins in his head are bulging.
Panic. More panic. His mind begins to consume itself.
In his eyes then appears a terrifying scene—Zinn is silently staring, As if he knew beforehand—Every alternate path. Every conspiracy.
The Bodyguard, trembling, eventually clutches his head—Tears stream from his eyes. From within him comes a cracked roar—
"What do I do now? I… what… do… I… do??"
Narrator (deep, silent, suffocated voice)
At that moment—The symbol in the middle of his head starts to glow. No, it wasn't ordinary light—It was the ultimate signal of neural command, Which means—He no longer owns his body.
The Bodyguard's body slowly starts to tremble, His eyes…Empty, hollow, Staring into infinite void—As if the connection between soul and body has permanently torn apart.
Just then—A sharp sound. Chit… chkrchkrchkrchkrchkr… His neck separates precisely from his body—No blood, no pain. Only silent neural disconnection.
His body slowly falls to the ground—An empty, hollow shell.
Behind—We see,Zinn is standing.
In his right hand is a shiny, fine knife—So fine, its very existence is questionable.At the corner of his lips is a perfect, pure, indifferent smile—As if even God won't understand him.
Zinn (eyes fixed, piercing voice)In a cold yet bone-chilling tone, he says—
"My first plan is complete."
His eyes—Clear as glass, yet in them the whirlpools of the universe blaze.He slowly lowers the knife—In his gaze is a tranquility that only God or monsters understand.
He says—"You're wondering how I knew these things would happen?To understand that…You'll have to return with me a few moments back into the past world."
Flashback: The Preparation of XitaxNarrator (voice breaking time's layer, destructive tone)
Zinn and the Bodyguard were walking side by side.Zinn's eyes—Always at the corner of sight, the eyes of a hunter.
His gaze stopped—Beneath the fold of the Bodyguard's coat,Between his fingers, hidden, a sleek black syringe.
Zinn was silent. But in his eyes, then, was the ruthless intellect of a predator.
Night deepened. The road silent—No sound, only breath and the pull of an invisible war.
Zinn's mind was then ten steps ahead. He thought—"In his pocket, a syringe…I need to know its name."
With unbelievable patience, deception, and strategy He learned—The syringe's name: Xitax.
Then in Zinn's mind flared An extremely dangerous plan.
He acted out pain—His throat choked, his walk stopped. He whispered—"I can't walk anymore…Take me to a hospital…Otherwise I…"
Bodyguard—A professional bodyguard, experienced. He carried him to a solitary hospital.
Doctor—A woman. She was so mesmerized by Zinn's unnatural beauty That she stared at him for more than two minutes—Her eyes seeming to leap out of her body.
Bodyguard growled in irritation—"Doctor, look at him. "He said—"I'm going to the bathroom. "He left.
But not easily. Zinn had already secretly tied his hand to the bed—So that the Bodyguard wouldn't suspect.
This was Zinn's second move.
The doctor now came into her true form—Prey.She gave Zinn a silvery liquid—"Drink this."
Zinn drank it.All his bodily injuries vanished in seconds.
He asked softly—"What is Xitax actually?"
The doctor…—"It's a type of unconsciousness-inducing syringe."
Zinn asked again—"I want its antidote."
The doctor, captivated by his beauty, Placed the antidote in his hand.
Zinn softly asked—"Does it work anywhere in the body? Or in a specific place?"
The doctor whispered—"Only works if inserted in the neck."
Just then—The Bodyguard returned. Zinn had already taken the antidote.
They left the hospital.
While walking—Zinn slowly placed his hand on his own neck. He said—"There'll be a little pain here."
The Bodyguard didn't pay attention. But Zinn knew—Exactly this sentence would spin in his head When the time to insert the syringe came.
Returning (Present)Narrator (silent, piercing voice)
The Bodyguard's body lies on the ground. From his skull, the Psycho Virus symbol glows, Like purple fire.
Zinn stands. In his gaze, godlike tranquility.
Suddenly he remembers the scene in the village—The villagers' heads also glowed with symbols. Meaning…When they lose control—Exactly then these symbols light up.
He softly whispers—"My plan? This is just the beginning…"
Not the end. This is only the beginning.
Knife… Zinn slowly twirls the knife in his hand…His eyes unwavering. Then—He suddenly drops that fine knife on the ground. The metallic sound of the knife—Ting… ting… ting…Feels like some ancient decree's curtain has torn apart.
He turns around. In front of him—The Bodyguard's car. Black, silent, solid—Standing like a monster.
Zinn slowly walks forward. His finger touches the car door handle—A silent click. The door opens.
He lowers his head and searches inside the car. His gaze sharp, swift. "Bodyguard's car means…There'll be something here."
But just then—
At the back of his head, Above the root of the hair, at the neck joint—A cold, metallic touch.
Immediately a pinching-like coldness spreads over the skin. It didn't even take a second—His brain realizes…This isn't a toy. This is a perfect execution position.
At the touch of the metal tube Tremors flow through his nerves—Yet not a drop of fear is on Zinn's face.
From behind—A soft, but commanding voice—"Don't move from here."
The word spreads into the air in such a way—As if time itself holds its breath.
Zinn remains silent. His eyes slowly half-close. His lips slightly move—But no sound comes out.
Deep within his mind, he thinks—"They'll come…I knew. But so soon? Hmm…"
But suddenly, a sound is heard and then blood.