That night at Nikaido Research Lab, located atop a hill on the outskirts of Tokyo, only its director Professor Nikaido and his assistant Kujo remained. "Professor, is the work on the antidote complete?" "Yes, it's done. Tomorrow I'll inform the Ministry of Health, Labour, and Welfare and hand the antidote over to them. If the various antidote should ever fall into the hands of terrorists, the world would come to an end. All too easily," Nikaido said. "I'm going to store the virus and antidote in separate deep-freeze containers as a precaution. Neither can be opened without a password and my biometric authentication." "Excellent work, Professor," Kujo said, but her face was still grave. "Thanks," Nikaido answered, distracted. It was a different reaction from the kind of satisfaction a scientist might feel after seeing his work come to fruition. Kujo asked, "Is something bothering you?" "I understand this w...