"Look at my daughter… she almost died. Have you any words for this?"
A cold and indifferent voice cut through the silence, belonging to a brown-haired man with a small beard and slightly wrinkled skin. He wore a tight black suit, and his sharp eyes glared at the transparent window.
Inside the window… Valra lay on the white bed, her body swallowed by pale sheets. A NIV face mask covered her face, misting faintly with every shallow breath. Her chest rose and fell beneath the green patient clothes.
The beeping monitors echoed... Valra slept peacefully, not moving an inch.
The brown-haired man slowly turned, his expression rigid, to the figure standing beside him.
That figure, cloaked in a long coat, wore a wide black hat that shadowed his face entirely. His posture was calm as his gaze remained fixed on Valra.
When the figure failed to answer, the man's control snapped.
