"How are you today, my angel?" a familiar low voice sounds as soon as the door to your room opens. He again came outside of his schedule to see you and learn more about your condition. You were for Lucius like an unknown deity, which he considered perfect. But it was completely pointless.

"Well, well, well... What do I see? The hand of my angel hurt another orderly?" He cast an indifferent glance at the streaks of blood in the middle of the room. It happened again.