“I know…Dostoevsky’s truth-!”

Sigma exclaimed with wide eyes, their face devoid of any color.

“My god. I have to tell…the agen-…”

Sigma tips over to their knees and falls onto their side before they can finish. The man had completely collapsed, knocked out cold but their eyes were open wide. Sigma looked petrified as their body laid limp on the ground of the security room.

Fyodor just glances at Sigma before walking to the security cameras.

Sigma wasn’t dead were they…?