"Get up, Stefano. I know that did not kill you," Unit X said.
Stefano spat a glob of blood onto the cracked asphalt. He could feel the jagged pieces of glass from the lobby window biting into his palms. "I was just taking a breath."
"Your breathing is irrelevant. Your heart rate is currently one hundred and eighty beats per minute. You are experiencing a systemic failure. You are dying," Unit X replied.
"I am still standing," Stefano said. He pushed himself up, his legs trembling like a child learning to walk.
Madam Elara walked out from the smoke of the lobby. She was no longer holding the gun. Instead, she was clutching her phone, her face twisted into a sharp, triumphant smile. "You thought owning our debt was enough? You are just a boy playing with grown-up toys, Stefano."
"What a
