Ace stood at the observation pane with a deep frown. On the other side of the one-way glass was the containment room. As its name implied, it was built to cage or to isolate, depending on the need. For Alaric, it was both.
The walls were blinding white, and sterile to the point of cruelty.. The bed was bolted to the ground, and it had a desk that looked more like it belonged in an asylum than in a packhouse. The wide glass turned the space into a specimen box, built so others could watch but never be seen.
It reminded Ace of those setups you saw in movies where the government stole people away and conducted secret experiments on them. But this place was built for controlled experiments, not family.
