The Cyanided Heart

War also loves (eats) fine food, he takes away the good and keeps the bad. — Da Thompson

Wendy felt herself being dragged.Pain and the like have disappeared, leaving only the vague transmission of photoreceptor cells.

Red and yellow, blue and black.She intermittently used her eyeballs to catch the shadows passing through her eyelids.

…who I am?

...

Amy opened her eyes with difficulty.His head was still groggy, his cold hair was squeezed into his collar and huddled up, as if he was afraid of something.

She wants to stand up.But his hands seemed to be tied to the handles on both sides of the chair by something like iron chains, as were his ankles.

What's wrong with me? …where am I?Unanswered questions slammed into Amy's head indiscriminately, making her feel even more flustered.

By the way... I found a building with lights before.Then... what happened to me?

Could it be... have I been arrested again?Fear and despair passed through Amy's body like an electric current.

The electric lights overhead flickered dimly.Amy looked around a little with the light.This was a narrow compartment, with a heavy metal door on his right hand side, and a smooth and opaque wall facing him.

"Is anyone...?" Amy asked cautiously.The only answer to her is her own echo.

"Excuse me, someone..." Amy cleared her throat, but the voice hadn't come out yet.The metal door was pushed open, and a man in a white coat walked in.Because of the mask and hat, Amy couldn't see his face.

He put his hands in his pockets and stood quietly beside Amy.But it made Amy a little scared.

"can you hear me?"

A cold and intellectual female voice came from behind the glass curtain wall, and it sounded like she was proficient in Russian.But Amy couldn't see the people behind, probably because of this special glass.

"What... what. Who's over there..."

Amy's voice became smaller and smaller due to panic, and finally seemed to be whispering.

"...I don't need to answer you." The voice was devoid of emotion, "What's your name?"

"Huh? I... Me..." Amy swallowed, "A... Amy Nestique."

"Amy Nestik." There was a rustle of writing behind the glass wall, "...Have you seen a doctor named Mengele?"

"I...I..." Amy faltered in fear.

Why is this being asked?Amy didn't dare to think about it anymore.Maybe...very likely, the guy on the other side of the glass curtain wall is in the same group as Mengele.If he said he had seen it, then there was no doubt... he was a traitor who fled.

"I...I didn't..."

"Don't lie to me." The cold voice interrupted Amy's words, "Tell the truth."

"Ah... ah. Sorry..." Amy felt her cheeks burn, probably due to the aftereffects of lying, "I...I saw Dr. Mengele, and we were taken away from there..."

"..."

The people over there fell silent.

"Excuse me...I..." Amy's eyes widened, "Did I say something wrong..."

"You're not wrong. It's just that our conversation is over." The owner of the voice seemed to stand up, "Let's begin."

"…Eh?"

A doctor-like person next to him took out a sharp needle from his pocket.Before Amy could react, he stuck the needle into Amy's neck, and the transparent potion was pushed by the piston until it disappeared.

damn it…!Amy felt angry words ready to come out, but the next moment they were stuck in her throat again.It seemed to be an anesthetic, and a strong drowsiness hit Amy.

Amy felt the pain in her neck sink into the cold water with sleepiness.Eyelids closed heavily like collapsing icebergs.

Am I...will I die here?

...

"Hey. Young Commander?"

Someone is shaking themselves.

Wendy felt her lips parted slightly, she wanted to say something.What can be seen in the closed eyes is still darkness.

Just try to open your eyes slowly.Immediately afterwards... a blond female officer in military uniform came into her eyes.

"Aha...you finally woke up." The blond female officer frowned, "I still want to ask you some questions, it would be bad if I accidentally beat you to death."

"Go away! Damn Satan's minion!" Wendy cursed after seeing her face clearly.Only then did she realize that she was tied behind her back to a metal chair, and the chair that she had just struggled with clanged loudly, "Let me go!"

"It's a pity, you... you look pretty good. Maybe you have less risk of doing that kind of business on the street than being a soldier." Jessica smiled maliciously, "Except for those disgraceful diseases …Um?"

"...Shut up!" Wendy glared at Jessica viciously.

"Uh... well, your response is quite boring." Jessica spread her hands, "I am a polite person. Whether I am in front of a prisoner of war or a prisoner, I will introduce myself first. I am Jessica Franz."

"...Is this the politeness of the Germans?" Wendy panted.She seemed to have calmed down a little, and even forgot that her calf was still bleeding, "It's better for you to give up as soon as possible."

"You are really rebellious." Jessica crossed her arms and looked at Wendy with a frown.

...

Everyone is naturally afraid of death.Death means grief for loved ones, loss of this present life and a future never to be experienced again.

If I kill a life with my own hands, the invisible law will tip its scales of justice and drive its cold spikes into my heart.This is the abyss of atonement, the endless abyss that fell together with that life.

But...does that balance exist here?Has the abyss been filled with wars and conspiracies, and is it just an excuse to dedicate oneself to science?

That white dress bears the weight of life and death.I am not someone who is not afraid of death, but is driven by its white brilliance and mission to embrace death, and even fight with Osiris to regain the lives that have gone with the black wings.

But... that promise is no more.

Is my choice correct or not?

...

His dizzy head doesn't even have the motivation to think, so if he slowly opens his eyes, he should be able to see something.The silent space was filled with darkness, and the cold touch came from the limbs.

feeling bad.Such a signal came from the head.Amy closed her eyes, the smell of disinfectant flooding her nostrils.She felt cold sweat dripping down her cheeks, and the scorching heat seemed to explode in her head.

Amy no longer wants to think about where she is.The feeling of hot and cold came again, and the guy was like a trailing beast.The chill and fear it brought never ceased, and Amy seemed to hear its roar.

Why am I still alive?Why don't I just die...

I don't... I don't want to die like this.Everyone is good... come help me, come help me this terrible feeling... maybe some kind of disease!Amy struggled until her wrist was strangled.

The coldness of the operating table soaked into Amy's thin top, which was only to the extent of concealing her shame.Despite the mental preparations... Amy was still in a cold sweat.

The sound of leather boots pierced the silent darkness—someone was coming this way.

…who is it?

The shadowless lamp was turned on.Amy turned her head to one side, frowned and closed her eyes to avoid the stimulation of the light.

The next moment when I slowly opened my eyes——

Someone was standing in front of the operating table, seeming to be adjusting the position of the shadowless lamp.Amy could hear the creak of the knob.disturbed.She felt her heart beating faster.

The man lowered his raised hands—with her smooth short black hair and icy blue eyes, he stared at Amy without any warmth.

This... devil!