Hope had spread among the people like wildfire.
For the first time, many believed their lives were not doomed. As long as the antidote succeeded, their loved ones might return to normal.
Those words struck Greta deeply.
'Then my brother… he could come back too.'
The thought ignited something fierce inside her.
She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to find him.
If she could locate him, she could request that he be secured somewhere safe, preserved until the antidote trials began.
He would be among the first to receive it.
The more she thought about it, the more this job felt like a blessing sent from above.
After finishing work, Greta headed toward the entrance, already planning where to begin her search.
As she walked through the crowded streets, she noticed a man.
Something about him was off.
His steps were stiff, unnatural, as if each movement required deliberate effort.
