Dr. Rotten Lenon glanced at the girl seated before him, his eyes twitching in thinly-veiled frustration.
She was the nineteenth subject today, and the thirty-third overall since he embarked on this experiment with his new sponsors.
In one word: failure. Total failure.
"Take her away," he barked, motioning to one of his assistants.
The woman stepped forward, guiding the girl up from the chair.
"This way, miss," she said with professional detachment.
The girl hesitated, her eyes brimming with hope as they lingered on Dr. Rotten. "So... did I qualify?" she asked, a spark of excitement lighting up her face.
Dr. Rotten blinked, caught off guard by the question.
For a moment, he almost let his irritation slip, but he forced his features into something resembling composure.
"Oh, that... We'll let you know shortly, miss," he replied with a forced smile, gesturing for her to leave.
