A few minutes earlier, somewhere in the Dome, Dr. Aniston—the doctor Adam had been running from—managed to locate two of her colleagues amidst the chaos. One was dressed casually like her, while the other wore a suit.
All three of them, however, shared one thing in common. They wore the same armor as the creeps who attacked Adam.
The Halos hovering above their head: Blue.
They were on the other team.
The doctor and her party didn't mingle with the other creeps, instead staying away from everyone else. The man wearing a suit stood in front of them, and from the way he moved and looked around, he knew how to handle himself.
Her other colleague didn't seem to be as confident, however.
"Are… are you sure we shouldn't join the others, Doctor?" Hal muttered, standing as close to Aniston as he could without stepping on her feet. But Aniston just brushed her off with a wave and said,
"Can you relax, Dr. Hal? We have the Echo Smith, and not to mention the Duelist of Rose on our team. We are also at the Inner Crystal, I doubt we would even have the chance to be sent out," she scoffed, her eyes darting everywhere as she looked at the faces of the people around them, "The only way the other side's going to win is if they also have an S-tier Hero on their team, which I doubt."
"That… that's true," Hal let out a slow breath. "The Duelist of Rose—we're really lucky, an S-tier? I… heard the chances of that happening are almost close to none… If there was another one in the Game, people would start losing their minds."
"That's why I told you to relax," Dr. Aniston sighed, "Bjorn was also summoned with us. And if he is on the other team and realizes we're on different sides, then he would sabotage the other team. There is no way we are losing."
"But… shouldn't we at least be in the front? What if we end up not contributing anything and the Administrator doesn't grant us points?"
"We might never even get our chance. Now stop overthinking and help me search for the subject."
Dr. Aniston's eyes continued to dart around, searching for someone. And of course, she was searching for Adam.
"That was our chance," she sighed, her breath filled with regret, "That was our chance of getting it back, and this game just had to destroy it for us. No, even before, Zero was able to escape due to those god damn asteroids dropping at the wrong time and dividing our attention."
Hal opened his mouth, but he was afraid to interrupt Dr. Aniston. But when he was sure she was done, he stood even closer to her and whispered,
"This… Subject Zero. I've only heard rumors about him," Hal gulped before chuckling nervously, "Are… they true?"
"Which part?" Dr. Aniston scoffed, "You have the same clearance as me, you should already know all about Zero."
"I was practically the same age as Subject Zero back then, and you were the lead researcher. And… the Hospital's practically dead when I joined," Hal scratched his chin, "I… just want to know what we're dealing with here."
"Mobilizing the entire secret service wasn't enough for you to realize what we're dealing with?"
Dr. Aniston sighed and shook her head, but after a few moments, she looked at Hal and scoffed.
"And you're not the same age as Zero, Dr. Hal."
"What? But the project started around the same time I was born. You created—"
Hal's breath paused as Dr. Aniston suddenly cut him off, glaring at him with her eyebrows lowered.
"Created?" She whispered, her voice almost whistling, "We didn't create Zero. We found it—him. We found him buried inside a catacomb from which we should never have dug him from. He was there, barely human. Just a slab of skeleton and skin. We thought he was a mummy at first, but then he moved."
Dr. Aniston closed her eyes, "And like fools, we brought him—it home with us."
"Catacomb?" Hal's eyes widened, "Which catacomb? Where?"
"Rome."
"Rome!? Then he is—"
"You're not the same age, Dr. Hal," Dr. Aniston did not let Hal finish his words, "We don't know how old he really is, but he is older than me. Possibly older than this god-forsaken country."
"That… doesn't make any sense. But he looks like a child?" Hal slowly became confused.
Dr. Aniston did not answer him immediately, and instead took a deep breath. The guilt growing inside her was so big that you could see it etched on her wrinkles. She shook her head before finally whispering,
"Because he was. Doesn't even have a single touch of memory in his head. He was a child—and that was our mistake. We didn't treat him like a child. When we found out what he could do, we immediately treated him as an object, and we even gave him a name. We were so excited that we didn't even know what we were doing to the poor thing… Patient Zero, Homo Nosferatus."
Hal's eyes once again widened, a loud gasp escaping straight from his throat. He needed to cover his mouth to calm himself down. It wasn't until Dr. Aniston glanced at him that he finally removed his hand and said,
"Nosferatus…? So, it's true? He's a vampire!?"
"No, don't be ridiculous," Dr. Aniston quickly shut him down and glared at him, "We changed the name when we realized it wasn't appropriate. He couldn't do what we think traditional fictional vampires could do—he can't control people's minds, he's not stronger than anyone, he can't turn into a chiroptera, fly, or drink blood. He can't do any of that. Other than his abnormal healing factor, he was… just a child."
"Th—"
"He was just a child, and we did all those horrible things to him," Dr. Aniston closed her eyes again, her lips trembling as she remembered all the things she did to Adam,
"Homo Immortalus, humanity's greatest mistake. We created our own Frankenstein's monster."
"Frankenstein," Hal narrowed his eyes, "Is that why he was being called Adam by the other doctors?"
"No," Dr. Aniston shook her head, "That was made by another doctor. The stupid doctor who freed him."
The two became silent after that, but after a few trembling breaths, Hal opened his mouth again.
"Fuck…" He gulped. But then he narrowed his eyes as he looked at the agent in front of them, "But wait, if he doesn't have all those powers—why did we need all those secret service guys?"
"So we could capture him and kill him as soon as possible, before he gets chosen by the Game." Dr. Aniston's voice turned weak as she looked up at the colossal clock floating on the ceiling of the Dome,
"Well, Murphy's law. The worst that could happen finally happened. Tell me, Dr. Hal—if you were a child, and you've been trapped inside a darkness for so, so long, for god knows how many years. But then you get freed, only to be put in a cage even worse than before, where you've endured nothing but endless pain and torture. We tear apart your limbs, we burn you, we open your brain, stretch out your heart, grate your skin, drown you, starve you. I haven't even mentioned the worst parts we did.
Tell me, Dr. Hal—what will you do once you finally gain strength?"
"That…"
"S-tier Heroes are already classified as people who could level entire cities on their own, and then there are the four Country-level Heroes. What do you think the Homo Immortalus could do?"
Dr. Aniston bit her lip to the point that it bled. She sucked in another deep breath and once again looked at the ceiling of the Dome,
"The Game, Dr. Hal. The Game is not the apocalypse—Patient Zero is."
Hal did not even realize it, but he had been holding his breath for more than a minute now. He was at a loss for words, his mind racing through different scenarios, trying to find what to say.
And after a second more, he spoke.
"How… are you sure that he would take revenge? That was twenty years ago. He might not have turned out to be the way the hospital expected him to be."
"A person who has only witnessed the worst of humanity will always come out even worse than what they've witnessed. Patient Zero will only turn out evil."
"That's… not exactly true."
"It is. The fact that he's high functioning and not mentally insane from everything he went through means that he has adjusted to the cruelty, Dr. Hal."
"But what if he turns out to be a good person?"
"He's not. Now let's stop talking about this, and hope he's on the Red team and the Administrators get rid of him for us. Once and for all."
"...And what if he's on our team, professor?"
Dr. Aniston stopped searching for Adam and turned to face Hal, staring deep into his eyes before muttering,
"Then I hope to all the gods that we lose and the Administrators burn us all into nothing but ashes."