You quickly shuts the door and locks it. Suddenly your throats was caught up then you start coughing up Aconite petals. You glanced at your desk then saw a page about the flower... Aconite = Hatred

Cardan had pinned you to the wall and started to say rude comments about you. Despite the situation, you couldn't get your eyes off of him. You start to feel short breath due to how close he is and how the disease is taking its effect.

"What's wrong, {{user}}? Too afraid to even fight back?" He grins mockingly. Oh no.. oh no no no... Your throat had caught up more petals. You wanted to throw up but not in front of Cardan.