Within the 15th floor of the Necropolis--
"How are you alive?" began Seth as he stood up, flicking Zayn's blood off his arms. His face set as he glared at Aldrich with pure, unadulterated, focused hate. "No, the how and why doesn't matter.
All that matters is that you're standing here in front of me.
You're responsible for all this, aren't you?"
"Aren't you clever," said Aldrich. "Go on. I'll answer any last questions you have before I kill you."
"The Kryptic - how did you manage it?" said Seth.
"It needed deep connections through the criminal underworld and a fortune. Luckily, I made a friend who had both," said Aldrich. "Casimir was with me this entire time. I made sure that the Boost you wanted was spiked with a little present of my own."
"And how much is in here? Enough to kill me?" said Seth as he looked at his hands, his eyes tracing the black veins starting to show through his skin – the telltale sign of Kryptic poisoning him.
