[Synarchia, Repair Center, Prop Storage Room]
All the items on patients who fall into a deep coma and are in an unstable condition upon admission are temporarily stored here.
Whether living or dead, there are dedicated storage areas.
Caw~
A crow's call echoed,
The administrator on duty looked impatient.
Just as he was about to use the neural whip in his hand for physical appeasement, he noticed the crow, previously docile, had spread its wings wide, with all feathers ruffled.
Beneath each feather was an eye, symbolizing the night and the curse, glaring viciously at him.
As if daring the whip to fall, a terrible curse would relay over.
"A Crow Colt... and a purebred one at that, how troublesome."
But the administrator remained professional.
He put away the neural whip,
and retrieved a special fabric designed to block influences, intending to cover the entire birdcage, isolating the curse and silencing the call.
Just as he approached with the fabric,
Clang!