The last thin curls of smoke died out.
Aisha stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed over her chest, watching him in silence. The two corpses had long been swallowed up by the shadows, leaving no trace that anything wrong had ever happened in that room.
But Nykos did not stop moving once Marlon and Styx had vanished. He produced a dagger and pointed the tip into his palm, dragging the sharp blade across his skin and tearing it open. The scent of blood immediately rose into the air.
"What are you doing?" she asked curiously.
Nykos put his dagger inside its scabbard before turning to her. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You’ve never heard of bloodletting?"
Aisha rolled her eyes. "I can see that. But why are you doing it?"
He smiled at the irritation on her face. He answered, "It’s to bleed out the effects of the drug I ingested."
She frowned. "Is it going to work?"
She had never heard of such method to flush out the effects of an aphrodisiac. In her world, that would’ve been impossible. The only way to get it out of their system was either to engage in sexual intercourse or relieve themselves on their own. However, she heard that sex was more effective and took less time.
In a world where time was what they didn’t freely have, everyone would choose to resolve things faster.
"It is." A fizzle rang inside the room. Nykos continued, "Most aphrodisiacs that are being distributed in Sector Nine can be diluted or flushed out through bloodletting. Unsurprisingly, most people who are under the effects of it don’t use this method."
In the end, they chose to use the most primitive and effective way to get rid of it.
"Of course, if your offer is still open and available for my taking, I wouldn’t refuse."
Aisha ignored his untoward comment, approached him, and stopped before him.
Nykos’ hands slightly flinched, though it was almost unnoticeable. His foot unconsciously took a step back before he stopped it from backing away. He was curious. Was she seriously going to help him?
It would be surprising if she did. Though he wouldn’t stop her if she wanted to help. Either way, he was all the more willing and pleased.
’Ssssszt.’
Suddenly, Nykos felt the weightlessness on his hip. When he realized what she was doing, it was too late for him to stop her.
Aisha held the same dagger he held just now. A freshly cut the size of a finger appeared on her inner forearm, drawing blood that also fizzled upon meeting the floor below.
"You—"
Nykos took the dagger away from her and threw it somewhere in the room. The dagger that was worth millions of star credits and had slain countless people was haphazardly thrown away without a care from its owner, whose attention was solely focused on the woman in front of him.
"It’s really working," Aisha whispered in fascination.
To think just letting out blood could help rid of the effects of the drug.
"You shouldn’t have done that."
Aisha lifted her gaze to look at him, confused. "But I also inhaled it."
Nykos started to regret telling her how to get rid of it this way. It was hard to deny there was a part of him that wanted to act cool in front of her, but a larger part of why he did that was because he had never thought she’d copy him!


The wound closed up quickly, though there was still a trace of it being cut open; it was not that noticeable. Unless someone took hold of her arm and looked carefully, no one would see it.
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