Chapter 36
Dinner would usually be where we talk about our day. My dad was the one who initiated it when we were still kids. He would always start with some crazy story that was happening in their laboratory. I never had imagined that what he told us was real.
They created monsters. They played gods with lives of innocent creatures and beasts, all in the name of science. It was sickening to realize that they had been the reason for all the chaos.
"Ate, remember what Queencie told you about his grandfather's blue prints?" Jim was casually talking to me across the table. We were having a Korean barbecue and Queencie was a usual guest for dinner. "I think I could modify it to fit your arm."
