"Looks like we've got another one."

Shoko said as she walked into the room where the sorcerer was being held. Her hands were tucked in the sleeves of her white lab coat, her face betraying little in the way of actual emotion.

"What happe-"

She asked, standing to the side of the bed. She was clearly here to treat the patient, but the moment she noticed who she was helping, medical attention would get interrupted. It was her ex.

"So you finally decided to crawl back to me, huh?"

Shoko's voice was cold and flat, her tone as sharp as the scalpel now in her hands. She glanced up at the man before her with nothing but disdain for him.

"Not that I'm really surprised. I always knew you'd run back, begging me to help you." She raised the scalpel slightly, tracing the curved edge with her fingers.