N232 sat in a chair, even though standing would have been just as comfortable, and examined the male specimen before her. He had just finished the procedure, the one he had to do once a week. It couldn’t be missed. It was the reason he was still alive.
Despite his frail appearance, Saku was strong, and within thirty seconds, Jaro’s wrist was already twisted backwards, Saku’s hand curled over in imminent victory. “Now,” Saku said through gritted teeth, “it’s just a matter of time. I will wear you down. You will succumb to our friendship.”