Ravin Elteth entered the secret chamber hidden deep within the infirmary—a room stripped of any warmth or humanity. It was where they had kept Mike, once a vibrant student, now reduced to little more than an experiment.
The last time Ravin had visited, Mike had still looked somewhat human. Back then, it had been mostly physical checks, examinations meant to observe the early stages of his condition. But now…
Now was different.
Mike was strapped tightly to a massive steel chair, his limbs spread wide and locked in position. Metallic wires, some thick and others as thin as hair, ran through his veins like parasitic roots. A long, spear-like rod was embedded deep into the center of his chest, impaling him so completely that one might have mistaken him for a corpse.
This horrifying scene was entirely Ravin's doing.
