On a desk with a body covered in bandages with a cast on his right arm, sat Asmo as he was deep in a drugged sleep. "You didn't have to bandage his entire body you know" "I'm not taking any chances with my kid" Turning his head away with a grin on his face was Izzy's older brother, he had his favorite black medical coat on with an old tired face. "How much longer till he wakes up from that stuff you gave him?" "Oh he will be out for the week, we use that to subdue prisoners before we execute them" Turning her head as if shocked Izzy waited for him to explain as she stared at his back. "Relax, I know what you're thinking. It isn't fatal, he won't be dying in my care. They use it on royalty all the time, it was common for the rich to buy this at auctions because of how rare it is." "Why use it on prisoners if it is so rare?"
Still not believing him Izzy couldn't help her eyes from darting to Asmo to see if he was still breathing. "They had some people back then who needed to put to be put asleep to execute, they used all sorts of weird magic to evade death. Sometimes even with the normal humans they saw how some would go berserk once they realized they are about to be executed." "So it was used to keep the more violent ones down, are there any long term effects?" Ruffling through his book and papers Izzy's older brother turned his head and looked her in the eyes. "Yes, he will have issues focusing for the next month and will begin to pass out at random during these next three months. Anyway what is your plan sister, you don't seem eager to play politics or fight it out with the ones who did this to him." Looking into his eyes Izzy realized she had no choice but to confront that man, it was the only option she had. "I will go and speak with his father, that is the plan."
Inside a chamber that had no windows sat a man had light brown hair with blue eyes, he was reading a report on a maids death. "She committed suicide, that is what we will use as the official statement." Talking to himself as he wrote down on a piece of paper, he heard knocking at the entrance. "Come in"