Late at night, a tall figure jumped down from the rooftop without making a sound. He moved along the wall to the window and glanced inside at the faintly lit room, where two figures stood before the window. A muffled conversation drifted out.
"...It's far too suspicious. I can hardly believe it myself. But isn't your professional expertise enough to tell that this is a man-made conspiracy? Piet, stop clinging to such naïve fantasies."
"I'm not deliberately trying to think well of them, but this is simply too shocking." His heavy Nordic accent made his tone sound even colder. "You've uncovered enough evidence already. What do you plan to do next?"
"I don't know. I definitely can't stand against them alone. They may even send Assassins to kill me, but I absolutely won't let this continue. Piet, you have to help me."
"Of course. That's why I came here." The man's voice lowered. "I've been thinking about what to do with those cancer patients. They can't afford the exorbitant medical bills, but we don't have that much money either..."
The tall figure by the window had been about to smash through it, but when he heard the word "cancer," he paused.
The conversation continued from inside.
"Man-made cancer... If I hadn't seen their test results, I never would have believed it." Helplessness filled the woman's voice. "Equipment meant to save lives has become a weapon for killing. Volunteers willing to devote themselves to medicine have become tools for pushing a new kind of drug! Are we the only ones in this world still honoring our oath?!"
The tall figure outside the window froze completely.
"Did you get any results from examining the Red Pill?" the man asked. "I had several friends analyze it, but they couldn't find anything."
"Of course