Hey Jarvis.

A man in a suit walked into the ward. Everyone was looking at him along the way, because he had a mask covering his face so barely any skin could be seen. It closed the door and heard the man on the hospital bed supported by various medical equipment say: Hey, Jarvis. Hello, my Lord Observer. Jarvis, I'm about to get fucked. Great Observer Lord, this is death to be precise. The man forced a smile and said: Jarvis, do you remember the first time we met? I remember the first time we met was when I was an observer in the early 20s. Has it been so long? Then the rest of Jarvis is up to you. The man smiled and closed his eyes and fell asleep. The target person is dead and activation plan Z is activated. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.