"Those who love the cliffs must have wings."
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I was the chief officer in the ward for a week. Everyone here kept away from me and respected me. Dylan was still working in this ward. Although I had made a lot of plans with him, we couldn't go too far because the security of the ward was very tight.
We had secretly imposed healing spells on food given to mutants, and secretly released prisoners whose DNA had not been tampered with.
But there was a problem. And this problem was far beyond me...
We weren't able to release the healing mutants, and at any moment employees here could see them heal. No matter how hard I tried to distract them all, one day they would learn everything.
So for now I had locked up the place where mutants and highly dangerous ones were kept. Nobody could enter without me. Even though the director said it was ridiculous, when I said it should be done for everyone's safety, he was silent and told me to do what I wanted.
