The information and clues are still too few.
"These are just our conjectures, can't be verified. Maybe once we figure out what's happening to you, all the questions will have answers."
Oulos's cybernetic eye stopped flickering, murmuring softly.
"It's almost time."
"Huh? What... time..."
John squinted and nodded hard, his attention started to drift, his speech turned into murmurs, and he uncontrollably collapsed onto the sofa.
His eyelids grew heavy, as if all strength had been drained out of him.
"... What the... hell..."
Red wine splattered across the industrial carpet.
The remaining liquid broke into droplets, gathering into beads.
Oulos's voice became exceptionally distant.
"Don't worry, you need rest..."
John watched as Oulos stood up, placing the wine glass down in a blur, stepping over him to open the door.
