(Don't go into details?! You might as well just—argh!)
Neri dropped her head onto her palm in frustration, her expression exasperated, her tongue seemingly tied by disbelief..
According to Robin's so-called revolutionary theory everything revolved around three unlikely and jarring elements:
First, his obsessive research into the infamous Red Plague, a disease so volatile and lethal that should to be exterminated on sight. Second, a peculiar fascination with dancers of mixed races.
And third, a mortal hunter who had died slowly and painfully under torture.
Had any of the ancient scholars, those brilliant minds of the past, been present to hear this absurd combination, they would've hurled their pens across the room in contempt and stormed out of their libraries and laboratories.
"Go on, Chief! Don't stop now! What does the final solution look like?"
Evergreen, ever excitable and brimming with childlike energy, bounced up and down with gleaming eyes and unrestrained enthusiasm.
