Blue skies, white clouds, and green trees by the clear river; this was an obscure small town in Sweden, uniformly designed with red roof tiles and white walls. In total, there were no more than ten houses in view.
At the edge, outside a three-story villa, three black cars were parked. Men in white lab coats and masks disembarked from the vehicles, carrying cases alongside them.
Witte, dressed in a black suit, strode over, his waist button strained tightly by his overdeveloped chest muscles that seemed ready to burst forth. He reached out to take a case and said to the doctors,
"Make it quick, I have a flight at 10 tonight."
The doctors nodded, "We'll do our best."
Upon entering the villa, the butler and the maids were waiting in the hall. Witte headed straight upstairs, the butler close behind him.
"Has the patient woken up?"
The butler cupped his hands and answered cautiously, "I checked this morning, and it was the same as usual; he probably hasn't awakened."
