It was late at night, and the only sound in the living room was the ticking of the clock.
Thirteen lay lazily on the mat, his eyes half-closed. Just as he was about to bury his head in his paws again, he suddenly felt a chill.
Before he could figure out what was happening, Bruce's syringe had already pierced his round little butt without mercy.
“Wang—?!”
It let out a high-pitched scream, its round eyes wide with shock.
“Don’t move, it won’t hurt, just bear with it for a moment.”
Bruce held down its back while slowly pushing the liquid from the syringe into its body. His voice was calm, as if he were feeding a cranky kitten.
He had tested the substance on himself first, and a small amount was no problem. Just to be safe, he had a vial of treatment solution nearby, ready to save its
