at present. I have the power to save your life… if you’ll allow me to,” Ernesto tried to block out everything else from his troubled mind and focus on the voice that was reverberating off the metallic walls of the medical bunker. Not only was he unclear on how exactly he was alive in his current state, he was not certain as to whether or not the operation had been completed and, if it had, if it was successful.

“What the hell - knock yourself out…,” Ernesto scoffed a second before his body began to violently convulse. His head was thrown backward as his back arched in agony, a white foam beginning to leak out of his open mouth. For the next several minutes, Ernesto’s body contorted and seized in the most painful sequence of involuntary movement as the lig...

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