The Cold, Hard Spring of Green Immortality
“Dr. Muraki.” Lionel addressed the doctor.
“As a key investor in the Kakyoin Group, I was quite upset when the Queen Camellia sank. I had so much at stake, I was ready to ruin and take someone’s life. However . . . ”
“I’d offer my research,” Muraki offered, “but I’m particular to a certain test subject.”
“Ah yes, that Tsuzuki. Not even an alien has such exquisitely colored eyes.”
Muraki pondered the implications of that statement.
“Instead,” Lionel pressed a button. “Why don’t you use my test subject?” A door opened to a green glow — a tall, dark-haired young man lay unconscious inside.