The Reapers will bury her for us.

"You are insane," a brunette woman folded her arms under her chest, staring at the woman through the transparent glass. Doctors surrounded Hera with wires attached to her head, conducting whatever experiment they had at Dragon's behest.

"She's talking about regaining her memories," Dragon explained without taking his eyes off Hera, who lay on the bed. "I'm just making sure her brainwaves are working perfectly fine."

The brunette cast him a plain look. "You're handsome and have a lot of money. It's a shame you're insane."

"Hah," he let out a short laugh as he slowly looked at the woman. "I needed reassurance, Deb. You know her. She'll kill all of us if it turns out she's simply acting."

"She doesn't need to act. She'll kill you." The woman he called Deb corrected. She looked away and her eyes fell on the monitors near Hera's bed. "So, are you trying to erase her memories again?"