Leon stumbled to the bed and kept a cold gaze on the datapad's screen. It cycled through a nauseating loop of colors – gangrenous green, bile yellow, bruise purple.
All the colors strobed at once before stabilizing into a dark, reflective state. In the reflection, the Y-shaped mark glowed in a tiny gold spark on his forehead.
He turned his head toward Zoe, whose face was full of curiosity as she watched him.
He pointed a finger at the space between his brow. "Is there something on my brow? A mark, a cut… anything?"
Zoe's brow furrowed as she leaned closer. Her eyes scanned the skin intently as she studied his face. After a long, piercing judgment, she shook her head.
"No mark or cut is there. Just sweat. Why?"
He turned back to the datapad. The golden Y still shimmered in the digital screen. He blinked, once, twice.
