The darkness of the small, dimly lit lab was suffocating, and the tension was palpable. Doc. Leon had successfully put Ken to sleep. He worked methodically, taking Ken's fingerprints and blood samples in the cold, sterile environment of the second lab, hidden within the second house. His hands moved with precision, but his mind was far from calm.
Doc. Leon muttered to himself, "If Zen finds out about this, he's going to beat me up, or worse, he'll kill me. But I have to do this... it's for Zen's future." The weight of his decision bore down on him heavily, but he knew there was no turning back.
As he looked at Ken's unconscious form, Doc. Leon's expression softened. "Ken, you're like a sleeping beauty right now. I wish you could remember Zen while you're in this state, but I have nothing
