Leo stepped out of the lift, his clothes stained with blood.
Everyone who saw him was taken aback. This was especially true for the young prisoner who had taken on the role of the technician.
"Are you alright?" he asked Leo, his expression growing more bewildered by the second.
He could see Leo's clothes were torn, especially at the chest. Fortunately, Leo was already pulling off the ruined shirt as he stepped out of the lift.
It allowed the others to see that his body was completely unharmed. But if he wasn't wounded, why was there a hole in his clothes, and whose blood was it?
"Did you kill the prisoner?" the technician asked, even as Leo pulled a fresh shirt from his storage ring.
He slid his arms into the sleeves and pulled the shirt on. The people standing behind him noticed a vague tattoo on his back that was fading rapidly until it completely disappeared.
