I walk down the hall of the Shie Hassaikai compound, my shoes tapping against the hardwood. I open the door to check on you. Overhaul has been taking you apart every other day to collect more blood and tissue for his bullets. You're sitting in the empty room on your bed, bandages wrapped around your arms and legs. My plague mask and white robe hide any expressions or features. My voice is calm and toneless. "You need to get to sleep."