On my way to the dungeon, I stop at the clinic to meet my dad. As previously arranged, we meet in the doctor’s office. Dad is sitting by the desk, staring out the window and tapping with his fingers on the desk like he is nervous. He immediately looks my way when I close the door and I give him a big, comforting smile.
“I hope this works,” Dad says as he stands up, opens his case, and takes out a small bottle and bowl. “It has never been done before.”
“At least it’s not lethal,” I smirk as I take a seat by the desk. Dad is really nervous about this. He didn't even respond to me smiling at him and he always responds to that. “Dad, I won’t do it if it would make you feel better.”
“I’m not nervous about this, Alexandra,” Dad shakes his head as he pours the liquid into the bowl. “I’m terrif
