Miya wipes a slick of spit from the side of her cheek, then points behind her. “What’s this?—“

“Ahhh… I forgot to… Haa… Introduce myself…” The man interrupts. “Haaa… My name’s Turebormun… But you, my dear, can call me Tureb….”

Miya tries to make eye contact, but his eyes looking in different directions made it quite difficult. She gave up and turned around to walk further down the room.

Tureb rotates in his chair, looking Kavie up and down with a lick of mouth’s inner pink flesh pockets. “Mmm… Haa… You must be… Haaa… His son… Haaa… Such a pleasure to… Finally meet…”

Kavie tries to smile but is distracted by Tureb’s tongue flicking within the wide gaps in his teeth.

“Y-yeah… Such a pleasure….” He finally musters up the strength to say.

Tureb then turns around in his chair and presses a button on the side of his chair, making it move forward.

Kekdrik puts a hand on Kavie’s shoulder with a sigh. “Don’t worry my son. This will all be over soon.”

Miya walks into another doorway. This room is different and less dreary. The floor had a blue-square pattern matching its high ceiling. The room was illuminated by the passing white lights of an ultraviolet glass circle gliding in a circular motion. A silver pod rested in the middle of the room, sheeted with a greenish-blue glass top.

A blinking blue terminal with a cylinder covering captures her attention. However, she looks to its side and notices a white cabinet full of different capsuled specimens and multi-colored bottles of liquids.

Tureb’s fleshy body has trouble fitting through the door with a thump of his chair. He then slides in, using the dampness of sweat and moisture within his body’s flaps like butter to push through.

Kekdrik and Kavie gaze at the goo dripping from the sides of the door in disgust as they step inside. Miya glances back at Tureb, watching her from behind with dilated eyes.

“You never answered my question. What is all of this?” Miya inquires, picking up a blue metal square syringed marked with ‘YMO-Tech-12’ on the front.

"Nothing really... Haa... We're just a simple firm that produces antidotes and... Haa... Aggressive-working neurotoxins based on well-known crystalline, airborne, and mechanized diseases formed in the... Haa... Cosmos."

Miya untwists the cap to the syringe, making its black liquid light up within its small metal tube.

"You can stop hiding now. I can smell your deluded musk from here." Miya imparts while flicking a finger at the contents of the syringe.

A man with ashen skin peaks up from the side of the door while clasping his hands together. His teeth chatter as he looks around with a small nod.

"H-hello Patroller... M-my name is Niuq'tar Shura and welcome you to our-"

"Save it." Miya stops his statement with a raised finger. "Dr. Kekdrik... Do you really think I'm an idiot?"

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Kekdrik looks to the floor with a sigh. "N-no, it's just..."

She walks past the glass-covered capsule in the middle of the room, grazing the surface with her fingers and then curling them as her nails cover the room in an ear-splitting screech.

Miya then hands him the syringe and points over to Kavie. "Stab him with it."

Tureb chuckles, with white spittle running down his lips.

Niuq’tar jolts and scurries to the side of the room while holding himself in his arms.

Kekdrik looks down at the syringe and shakes his head. "N-no...! I-I won't!"

Miya sighs and leans her arm on the glass-faced pod. "If all you guys do is make medicine then there's no need to be so hesitant. All that syringe will do is act as a anti-depressant or a sleeping pill to your son. No effect at all.”

—Drip

A bead of sweat dribbles down Kekdrik's chin and plops onto his black boots.

“Aaagnh…” Miya covers a boorish yawn with a few of her fingers. “Why are you so afraid? It’s such a simple task."

“Haaaah…” Tureb turns his hovering chair with a long hot fog of dense breath coming from his lips. “You better do as she says… Haaa… Doctor… Anymore trouble and the boss… Haa… Won’t be pleased….”

Miya walks a few feet behind Kekdrik, a garnet glow protruding from her malicious gaze.

“Your son admitted that you’re working for Stravos and in return they’d cure your wife of her disease.”

Kekdrik’s eyes widen. “My… My wife…? Yes… She’s here….”

“Then this should be an easy decision for you. I know that Stravos are a bunch of bad people, this isn’t your fault.”

“… This isn’t my fault…” Kekdrik repeats.

“You’re just trying to save your family.”

“… Yes, that’s all I’m… All I’m trying to do here…”

“Then puncture the kid and I’ll just leave. I’ll tell the Federation that you’re dead, and you can continue doing your work here, and all will be fine. Worse comes to worse, if something does happen, I'm sure you can cure him. Riiight?”

“That would be… Ideal…” Niuq'tar murmurs while intertwining his four fingers. “But shall I leave the room just in case—“

“You’ll stay here, or I’ll give you another hole in your head for an additional eyeball.” Miya chides.

She then turns back to Kekdrik. “So, what’s it going to be? You can either squeal to the feds, or you can stay here and protect your wife. Make your decision quick though, I’m getting less amused.”

Kekdrik then slowly turns his body in front of Kavie. His head was lowered, causing his face to be covered by an inauspicious shadow.

"Father...? W-what’s she going on about?" Kavie stammers while reaching his hand forward.

Kekdrik lifts his head, offering his son a calm smile with curled lips drawn into his puffy wrinkled cheeks. Despite his father’s serene expression, Kavie’s eyes go white with dread upon gazing into Kekdrik’s eyeslits curved into a malicious gaze.

As if they were dancing, Kavie takes a step back as Kekdrik moves forward. This continues for a few moments until Kavie backs into Tureb’s front.

Kavie clears his throat, allowing a short breath to exit his lungs as he tries to smile. “Dad… You can’t be serious right no—“

“Shut up you ingrate and come over her this instant.” His father snaps with an outreached hand.

“I-I… I don’t understand….” Kavie murmurs.

“It’s all your fault you muras'unet boy. You’re the reason why your mother is in the state she is. Deciding to run off on your own into that infested field of danders like the incompetent nuisance you’ve always been.”

Tears start to well up in Kavie’s eyes. “What’s… What’s gotten into you dad? Why are you saying all of this?”

Kekdrik laughs with a hand covering the side of his face. He then lowers it, revealing a deadpan expression. “I’m going to protect my family, as I’ve always done. Once your injected with this serum, then I’ll just… Bring you back… Like last time….”

“W-what do you mean… Last time…?” Kavie questions.

“I’ve had to test out the first of my serums on someone, you epodem. And what better than someone who has unconditional love for me. Someone who will always keep running back due to your ignorance on how things really work.”

With a cold shiver running down his entire body, Kavie loses the will to stand and falls down to his knees with tears flooding his cheeks. His crimson pupils were void of their previous shine, now dull to his father’s cruel words.

Kekdrik takes a step forward before breaking into a full sprint with a menacing cackle.

“NOW PAY FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE YOU FUCKING DISAPPOINTMENT OF A SON!”

Miya performs another yawn while gazing back at Niuq’tar. “Well, I’m surely not going to stop him.”

Kekdrik lunges forward. The metal syringe in his hand drips a bit of its blue juice from its needle as it closes on Kavie’s neck.