Eliza set the black box down in front of me. She seemed nervous and uncomfortable and I knew she was doubting whether or not she could locate a non-Reaper/Crimson. Perhaps it was in my head but the tension within the room seemed to make it feel a few notches hotter than normal. In fact, I was beginning to sweat. We all sat in a circle and she had brewed up some sort of serum which sat nearby on a stand. It was strange, I had inspected it, ever curious and it was odorless and colorless. I didn’t want to know what we were going to do with it, but I had a feeling she would tell us all soon.

“I only had enough ingredients for this just the once,” she told us. “So I hope it works.”

We all nodded, letting her words sink deeply in. The next part of the plan was...

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