Braval woke up with a blaring pain to the side of his head as well as a bunch of incoherent sounds of what sounded like people speaking.
"As long as you target them they get hit with nausea and migraine? Damn, no wonder this bastard has been able to kill so many people without anyone realizing," a voice said.
"Wh… who?" he called, but his voice was too soft for anyone to hear him. Looking around, he noticed five people on a table next to him, looking at something he could not see.
"But he had to concentrate on the people who he considers a target," Jasmine spoke. "I was right in doing what I did. Giving him too many targets helped him lose focus on Tim, who got the dog to bite the guy."
"You did good," Ning said and looked toward Braval. "Oh, you're awake, Mr. Serial killer."
"Who are you? What are you doing to me?" Braval asked, trying to stand up only to realize that he had been tied to the chair he was sitting in.
