"It's a Werewolf."
She said with a grin as another masked figure approached, presenting a box with a pair of gloves that she quickly donned.
"No."
White mused beneath his lips, feeling the world turn blurrier, his thoughts crawling to a stop.
"No?"
The crimson-haired woman asked as cackles echoed through the lab.
"Feisty, you don't know how lucky you are. There hasn't been a high-potential Werewolf Genome Fusion in 13 months now."
"2 years ago, we had three, and two of them failed to survive the fusion, making only one successful."
"This is essentially someone awakening an S-rank, and they say no. Ridiculous, no?"
She said, putting on her mask.
Hers were different. It had many wire heads all connected to a dark, runic machine behind her.
All six moved to stand around him as the overhead light was lowered, casting a crimson glow over his chest while blinding White.
