She looked fragile.

She looked innocent.

Cho Kyuhyun sighed sadly for the woman locked up in a cold room with only a one-way mirror that didn’t help her situation any.

                He watched her through that very same mirror, followed her every move as she screamed for help and tried to find a way out. In all truth, she was in the victim in this scenario. But she was being treated like she wasn’t. She was a victim – the first and last victim of an easily spoiled bioterrorist threat. The mastermind had been captured and sent to the filthiest of prisons but not before he injected the virus he produced to the woman he claimed to love.

He used to think things like this only existed in Resident Evil.

“What are we going to do now?”

His senior’s face was grim as he spoke. “We’re going to keep her isolated here. We’ll run some tests and see if something works. If nothing does, then we have to…”

“Kill her?” Kyuhyun finished for the older man, exchanging a look with the third and last person in the viewing room. “That’s crazy.”

“We have to make sure that the virus doesn’t spread.” The eldest of the three scientists answered pointedly. “If we have to kill her, so be it.”

“There’s probably something we can do.” He protested, glancing at the woman now sobbing in isolation. “If that bastard can create a virus like this, then we sure as hell can create a cure.”

“I really hope you’re right… I really, really hope so.”