"Who's there!"
My fingers snapped to the blade at my waist before conscious thought kicked in.
No monsters lurked in the shadows.
Nurse Wan stood behind the door crack, half her face submerged in darkness. Her single eye held no focus, and she carried no weapon—just an empty nutrient vial pinched between pale fingers.
"Did I startle you?"
Her voice carried all the warmth of a morgue slab.
"The Warden asked me to remind you—Subject 01's heat cycle triggered early. Time to clock in, Dr. Gu."
I adjusted my glasses, though the crawling sensation of being watched by something reptilian hadn't faded.
*This place has no living souls.*
I released the knife handle and smoothed my sleeves with clinical detachment. "Lead the way."
***
Sublevel Three. Maximum Security Wing.
Even through three blast doors, scorching heat waves crashed over us like a physical force.
Not temperature—concentrated Alpha pheromones compressing the air itself. Each breath felt like swallowing molten rock.
The readout flashed crimson: *122°F. Concentration: 99.9%.*
"Good luck." Wan swiped her keycard with mechanical precision, stepping back without emotion. "Remember—this is duty."
The metal door thundered upward.
Dark red mist erupted outward, swallowing my silhouette whole.
**CLANG.**
The lock engaged behind me with the finality of a coffin seal.
The cell stretched empty and unsettling, floor covered in specialized padding. At the far end, a massive figure lay curled in on itself.
Zane was shirtless.
Silver hair plastered to his ghostly pale spine, soaked through with sweat. Those lean muscle groups locked in extreme tension, veins bulging like cables ready to snap. Even unconscious, his S-rank presence made the air thick as syrup.
Worse were the things I couldn't see.
I took one step forward. Something coiled around my ankle.
Several streams of wet heat slithered up my pant leg, ignoring fabric entirely as they explored my calf muscles with obscene familiarity.
*Materialized mental projections.*
The sensation of invisible appendages forcibly claiming territory made my skin crawl.
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I gritted my teeth, suppressing the urge to stomp these filthy things into oblivion.
*As a man with severe germaphobia and zero interest in other men, this experience ranks somewhere between torture and hell.*
"Subject 01."
I strode forward without giving those mental tendrils time to react, dropping to one knee beside Zane's trembling form.
My medical kit snapped open. I extracted a vial of ice-blue suppressant.
Zane's eyes flew open.
Those crimson orbs burned with wildfire.
Beast instinct made him lash out instantly—iron-grip fingers clamping around my wrist like a vice.
The skin contact scorched. His temperature could melt steel.
"Dr... Gu?"
Zane's voice came out sandpaper-rough, his entire frame shaking as every bone sang with agony. "Get out... run... I'll... kill you..."
*At least some rationality remains.*
I didn't move, just pressed two fingers against his pulse point with clinical coldness. "Temperature 103.6. You need cooling, not homicide."
"You don't—ngh—"
Zane threw his head back in anguish, exposing the vulnerable column of his throat in a graceful, devastating arc.
Like a massive predator driven mad by pain, he sought comfort on pure instinct. His burning cheek pressed against my cool palm, rubbing desperately.
*Frantically.*
Sweat slicked my entire hand.
Broken whimpers spilled from Zane's throat—the sound of absolute submission as he bared his most lethal gland completely to my gaze.
"Help me... Master... it hurts..."
The needle in my grip paused mid-air.
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"Stop rubbing. You're covered in bacteria."
I kept my expression flat, resisting the urge to yank my hand back. Physical contact was necessary for conducting purification energy through skin transmission.
The ice-cold needle tip aligned with that swollen, inflamed gland.
I drove it in without hesitation.
The golden lotus in my chest bloomed violently, pure energy flooding through my fingertips and crashing into Zane's system like a tsunami.
**BOOM!**
Our mental landscapes collided with devastating force.
Agony exploded through my skull—white-hot, like someone stirring my brain with heated steel rods.
*The price of purifying S-rank subjects.*
Zane's dark memories flooded in like a broken dam:
*Smoke-choked wasteland battlefields. Limbs sawed off without anesthesia. Desperate screams echoing from cold operating tables...*
*"Sorry... little brother... I shouldn't have trusted them... the chip..."*
My face went deathly pale.
I bit down on my tongue hard enough to taste copper, using pain to maintain consciousness while forcibly suppressing that violent crimson pheromone storm.
Ten minutes.
For me, it lasted a century.
Until the deep red mist finally dissipated and those slimy sensations around my legs vanished.
"Hah..."
My grip loosened. The empty syringe clattered to the floor.
I collapsed powerlessly onto the padding, entire body trembling with microscopic shudders.
Physiological tears spilled uncontrollably, dampening my lashes as my eyes reddened alarmingly. My white coat hung in disarray, and blood from my bitten tongue stained the corner of my mouth crimson.
*The once cold, untouchable doctor now looked utterly shattered.*
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The crimson faded from Zane's eyes.
The first thing he saw when consciousness returned was me.
That doctor who always kept him at arm's length, now breathing raggedly with reddened eyes and that striking blood stain at the corner of his mouth.
Zane's pupils contracted violently.
His heart felt like it had been struck by a sledgehammer.
A primitive hunger to devour the person before him completely consumed his thoughts.
His body moved faster than his brain.
Zane lunged forward, tongue darting out to aggressively claim that drop of blood from my lips.
*Wet.*
*Rough.*
*Irresistibly forceful.*
I went rigid, wanting to kick him away but lacking the strength. I could only squeeze out one word through clenched teeth:
"Disgusting!"
Zane's blood-red eyes locked onto mine, his Adam's apple bobbing as his voice came out husky and low, carrying bone-chilling satisfaction:
"Sweet."
**Click.**
The cell door's opening interrupted this bizarre intimacy.
Nurse Wan entered with two fully armed guards, completely ignoring the scene before her as she dropped a new black file at my feet.
"Dr. Gu. Impressive efficiency. Here's the next one."
I struggled to sit up, fingertips still trembling.
Wan pointed at the red-blinking camera overhead, her voice dropping to barely a whisper: "Warden's orders. Seven days. Five more subjects require purification. Otherwise... your Omega status gets broadcast network-wide."
I lowered my gaze to scan the file cover.
**ID: 02**
**Codename: Weiss**
**Ability: Parasitic Symbiosis**
**Hobbies: Collecting Perfect Human Organs**
The intercom crackled to life at that precise moment.
That elegantly bone-chilling voice penetrated the thick walls, echoing through Sublevel Three:
"Dr. Gu, I hear you've tamed that mad dog? How... *fascinating*."
A pause pregnant with menace.
"When you visit me, do remember to dress... *accessibly*."
"My scalpel works very quickly."