Brianna nods slowly and concludes her sentence. "... Aggravation." She stuffs the cloth back in Misha's mouth and returns her focus to the machine. "Current level of electric stimulation too low. We'll push it up to a five." Her words marked her actions. "Subject of this size could handle six at the highest with probability of immediate death at 10%. Probability of immediate death at current ranking of five, 2%. Probability of permanent damage at current ranking, 12%." She listed off the statistics with a professional tone as she considered whether it was worth the risk. "Ah, what is science without the fear of failure?" She starts the machine up again.

The Boss relaxes at Liwei's insistence that the job would be done. When the call was ended, he allowed himself one more fond look at the album. "Soon, my dear family, we will all be free from the curse that begun with me." He sighs and forces himself to refocus on the task, walking over to the lab section of his room. He runs his hands over several clear vials containing the concoctions of the serums created so far. "I am so close..."