Tiaral

Emma had never seen anything like it before, and it looked as if the prisoner was trying to overload his body with sheer willpower and shut down. She felt around his clothes here and there and realized that she couldn't do anything with her weak hands.
Lifting her skirts, she headed towards the leader of the Iron Hearts and whispered in his ear:
- The prisoner is failing. I wanted to see why, but I don't have a screwdriver or a knife. What should we do? Maybe we should just dispose of him?