As Victoria heard footsteps, she sighed in relief. "Thank god. I still haven't dissected the hippocampus and—"
"Don't move." Roland's cold voice came.
She soon felt something cold and metallic pressed against her temple, and Victoria quickly raised up her hands.
Harker took out the flashlight he had grabbed from the maintenance man. He flashed it around with gritted teeth. "Where did you keep my mother, you fucking old bitch—"
He stopped on his tracks when he saw the cell. Inside was Josephine Jones, caged like an animal. She was hunched on a corner, hugging herself. Veins popped out from her face down to her neck, and even her arms and fingers.
She looked more bulked up than usual too. Harker almost dropped the flashlight from shock.
"Sweet mother of... What did you do to her!? Mom!" He rushed to the cell bars and called out.
"Son…." She mumbled with her eyes wide and unblinking.
