I cursed as I sneezed into the mask that I was wearing. The snot mingling with my struggle to breath. Despite the heavyweight mask that I wore, the medical-setting like smell of bleach reached my nostrils and made its way down my throat.
The thin glass structure of a broken wine glass shone as I stirred the contents of my solution. My nose began to burn as I slowly added in a couple of ice cubes. Due to the fact that they don't use fridges in the 1920s, ice is a rarity. The only way I was able to get a hold of it was through my access to the large kitchen via the small basement. I looked up to the small door above me and held my breath in trepidation. If this were not to work then Haruto and I's escape would be impossible. Despite the large commotion that occurred in the room, no backup came so far. After napping for what seemed a couple of hours I sat patiently waiting for the consequences such as Don Claro's men running in. But it was all for nothing.
