Pioneer Institute.
Not long ago.
Number 8 had recently gotten a new name.
Lilith. She didn't understand the meaning of this name, but she knew that when her father said this word, she had to react, or else punishment would come.
Latona entered the cell.
The room had a soft little bed, and the pink walls seemed very warm and cozy.
Cute dolls were piled up together, but Number 8 had never played with them once.
Latona placed the food at the entrance. Behind her, several layers of doors separated the room, ensuring that the Pioneer Institute could pay the minimum cost in case the monster went berserk.
Under normal circumstances, a manager like Latona would never come to deliver food. It was a job done by cheap labor.
However, she insisted on doing this herself, and no one but Garrett could stop her decision.
After thinking for a moment, Latona picked up the tray again and opened the door directly.
