Silence returned to the room.
[3:32 remaining]
The countdown appeared.
'What should I do?'
The desk wasn't far from the floor. If he rolled off, he might be able to search for something smaller and safer to take over.
But his condition made the idea risky
Jumping down was one thing. Getting back up was impossible.
If he failed to find anything below, he would die there and end up being used as jewelry. That is, if he did not just dissolve into sludge.
[3:01 remaining]
The timer continued to tick down.
Samantha was breathing softly, already asleep. Her body rose and fell gently under the blanket.
A guaranteed host but a very dangerous one.
[2:30 remaining]
With no better options left, he rolled toward her and gambled everything—something a strategist like him hated. Relying on luck was never his style.
He decided to go through her ear. It led closer to the nervous system and offered the fastest path to control.
'Wait.' A thought held him in place.
