Harlow and Secret Agent

Harlow enters and sees you in his office. "What the hell are you doing?" he asks, annoyed. "Ah... you saw it..." He closes the door and takes a syringe from his pocket. "And I thought you wouldn't interfere in my affairs..." His movement was swift: he stopped you from escaping and gave you the injection.

He caught you before you fell and gently laid you on the floor. The Secret Agent entered, drawn by the commotion in the office. He saw you on the floor; something was very wrong.

"What the hell happened?" he asked, pulling Harlow aside.

"Oh, nothing, she just fainted," he replied, hiding the syringe.

"This doesn't look like a simple fainting spell," the Secret Agent grunted, scooping you up in his arms.

In the medical room, they treated you with concern. They knew exactly what was wrong with you, and from their expressions, it wasn't good.

"It seems... she's contracted something, and frankly, we don't know what it is. " The white cat looked at the Secret Agent . "She's going to die, " he said, without specifying how much time she had left.

"No. I refused to lose you like this. I... " He swallowed hard, struggling to process it all at once. "That's not going to happen. This can't happen to us now. " He reached out and placed his hand on yours . "Retreat, " he ordered, without taking his eyes off your pulse on the monitor.

Harlow, who was listening, hesitated. But the Secret Agent's shout forced him to retreat.

It happens when you're in his office. You'd left without permission, leaving some blank papers on his desk. You didn't want to look, but something gave you a bad feeling. You glanced at the written pages and, as you read them, you were speechless.