113. Jackie's Bar

"I paced back and forth in Erwin's office, anxious as I hadn't received any recent updates about Anne. Not from Erwin's informants, nor from the system or Helen. I disliked this feeling, my intuition restless, sensing that Anne wasn't okay.

Erwin, engrossed in his book, glanced at me from the corner of his eye, growing irritated as I disrupted his concentration.

"Tsk! Take one more step, and I'll kick you out," Erwin declared, unable to contain his frustration. His book remained untouched, the pages unturned due to my actions.

"Do you really have no information?" I asked again, wearing a pleading expression as I approached him.

"No, if I had any, you'd be the first to know. Now, get out of my space, or I'll have to force you out," Erwin commanded firmly. He was actually waiting for information that hadn't arrived yet. However, he masked it by focusing on more productive matters, unlike me.

Right after that, Ralph arrived, carrying a vial bottle filled with thick white liquid. He was s