The man’s face twisted in horror; he looked so scared. "How can I do that? I can’t possibly do that!" he stammered. "The man we’re talking about isn’t just some random person—he’s like a grandson to the Hawthorne family! If I do this, how will I possibly survive in North City?"
"Then prepare for your own death and forget the antidote." I replied coldly to him.
The man gasped. He was panicked. He scrambled forward, grabbing at my sleeve. "Wait! Please!" he begged. "I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Just... just don’t let me die!"
I looked at him for a while before I handed him the small vial. "Execute the task and then come back for the antidote," I said.
The man clutched it tightly, he swallowed hard. "You have to keep your promise."
"That depends on you," I replied to him.
The man hesitated f
