The next day, Grigio is allowed to enter the room where Tristan is being treated. The gray-haired man went straight to his boss, who was lying down with his eyes closed, fitted with IVs and devices to monitor his physical condition.
"Damn I haven't seen you in a long time, Tristan." Grigio sat in the chair beside the patient's bed, looking directly at the surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling. Of course, he would be watched, although the old man wouldn't do anything to harm his boss. "I don't know if you can hear me or not, Tristan. But, I want to tell a little story. Well, I hope my message gets delivered."
