“This is tougher than our previous notes; Sir Ciaran even added medical details in the report. It is like he expected us to ask for it.” Conner adjusted his glasses as they kept falling from the sweating face.
They were reading reports from the moment they arrived back in the castle. “Make it stop. I have been reading papers for so long, and I feel the strain on my body.” Dylan slammed his head on the wooden table as he groaned.
“Did you notice a pattern here?” Conner ignored the whinnings of Dylan.
“There are incurable patients in the death toll.”
“Yes, the number of dead patients is just more, and they all failed to return back to their regular lives. This is an important issue now that you see the recruitment patterns.” Conner raised his head in question.
“To find the desperate people giving them a fake sense of a better future in the last few days?” Dylan suggested.