Flain, 16 years old. In front of the laboratory door.
In the hallway by the door with a modern label stood two people. One was a tall youth with black hair and red eyes — that was Flain. The other was a man in a white lab coat holding a notebook in his hand.
"Do you really want to go through with this? You're a truly great soldier. We could just as easily send in some prisoner for the test." said the man in the coat.
And that was the problem — Flain was just a soldier. He trained during every free moment, never taking a single break. When his muscles were completely torn and he couldn't move, he injected himself with a regeneration serum and continued. He had done this for six years.
