"Waa... what!" Siri shouted. Gone was her calm, confident expression; now it had turned panicked and afraid.
She took a step back. She gave a strained smile, her eyes flickering towards the box on the ground. "Wait, we can really talk about this. I'm serious when I said I don't want you to die."
In this future, it was hard to believe that Siri might turn into someone who destroyed millions of lives—and she did it intentionally.
"My apologies, but you are already dead, Siri. You were too close to that blast. Some of the poison must have seeped into your system. You'll have twenty minutes at most."
She froze, and her body stiffened. Her eyes turned wild, and she stared at the door. "They... they will know how to save me!"
Her hand struggled for something on her waist, and she angled herself forward, but Ace didn't let her do whatever she wanted to do.
