Time: 10:00 AM
Location: Unknown Underground Facility
The walls were sterile white, the kind that made everything feel too clean… too clinical. A single fluorescent light buzzed faintly overhead. Panny White stood across from the masked figure who'd only been known to her as "Sheep."
She held the small black case tightly in her hands. Inside it—those pills. The ones she'd once thought would make everything better.
But now?
"I've decided not to give these to my two sons," Panny said, her voice calm but firm. Her knuckles whitened around the case.
The man in the sheep mask tilted his head, like a puppet hung too loosely from its strings.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice smooth—too smooth, like a salesman hiding a blade under every word.
Panny nodded, more slowly this time.
"I'm sure."
Sheep didn't move for a moment. Then he let out a low chuckle—controlled, polite, and utterly chilling.
"That's too bad..."
