Olivia did her best to treat Sean while she secretly looked for sources of the poison.

When she woke up early in the morning, she noticed that Troy was still working.

His fingers, with well-defined joints, were holding a pencil, which he used to sketch and scribble on the paper.

From time to time, he would grab pieces of cloth to practice patterns on.

"Mr. Troy, were you up for the whole night?"

It was only then that Troy woke up from his stupor. He turned to look outside.

The sun was b