The atmosphere in the experiment room had grown dense. Not just because of the steam or the smell of chemicals. But because of the tension.
Dorian and Abel were already completely focused. They murmured between themselves, examining the body, preparing tools, discussing in low voices as if the world around them had ceased to exist.
Max crossed his arms.
"...We should leave them to it."
Lamia nodded.
"...Yeah."
She glanced at Abel for a second.
"...When men get like that, it's impossible to pull them away."
Azael couldn't take his eyes off the stretcher, imagining that his wife could have ended up like that. But eventually, he closed his eyes and stepped back.
"...Yes… that's for the best."
He turned his head slightly and looked at Lamia.
"...Is Elise here?"
Lamia watched him for a moment.
Then she smiled faintly.
"...Most likely."
She turned toward the hallway.
"...She should be in one of the guest rooms."
She gestured with her head.
"...Come, follow me."
