— "Oh... he'll survive."

A pink-haired man whispers, looking at a dead body in a hospital bed, which a couple of minutes ago he stuffed with all kinds of drugs in syringes, for the sake of experiment. the tone of his voice is feigning regret, contrasting with the sly smile on his face, which does not regret what he has done at all.

His fingers run over his body, taking out a couple of gold coins from his pocket. a chuckle, and the coins are already ringing in the doctor's pocket...