Emilia smiled a sick, twisted smile while Neon was writhing on the floor from the blinding pain. Before his loud, agonizing screams could be heard by their neighbors, she callously stuffed a dirty hand towel deep into his mouth, muffling his cries into desperate suffocating sobs. His tears and snot were completely messing up his cute, innocent face, but Emilia didn't even show the slightest flicker of guilt. She only stood there, cold and detached, watching him suffer entirely on his own.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Belle felt an overwhelming sense of uneasiness during her shift. An inexplicable dread washed over her, making her desperately want to pack up and go home. She felt extremely nervous whenever she thought of her brother, but Eli—a rigid perfectionist who cared only about rules—flatly refused to allow her to leave the hospital during working hours. To him, since she chose to work there, she must be entirely responsible for the professional choices she made.
