Blood dripped down Jeremy's nose as he gripped onto the banister tight. His teeth clenched and a metal pipe in his other hand.

He cursed as the Walrider, his lifelong project, was before him. Why was he so scared of something he created?

No...he didn't create it. He stole it.

"Fucking Wernicke."

Blaire snapped, stepping back from the nanobots he felt oh-so threatened by.