Rim Young cautiously stepped into the room. Very slowly. It was his first time entering one of the center's guiding rooms.
The interior looked less like a hospital ward than he had expected. Although there was medical equipment neatly arranged along one wall, the rest of the room resembled a comfortable hotel suite. Soft lighting filled the space, warm-toned furniture replaced the usual clinical furnishings, and a large double bed occupied the center of the room.
The moment he entered the room, he saw the bed. A man lay sprawled across it, his upper body bare.
"...."
For a split second, Rim Young's heart nearly stopped.
He's not dead... right?
