Regarding this matter, Iris Harris wasn't particularly surprised. It would be great if William Moore could make her an antidote; if not, she wouldn't be too disappointed either.
She went to work as usual, and when she returned and saw Eddison's slightly worried eyes, she remained silent. No matter what happened, she was ready to accept it all.
*
It was night.
In a dark underground fortress, a cell phone abruptly rang.
In the pitch-black room, where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, only the phone on the table kept flashing.
"Click."
Someone came in, turned on the light, and picked up the phone on the table.
"Hello?"
"You should have left by now, right?" A deep male voice came from the phone. "Lincoln is no longer a place for you. When will you come to work for me?"
"I still have things to do in Lincoln."
The elegantly faced man leaned on the sofa and said calmly.
