"So, you finally found a compatible subject, huh..."
The voice drifted over to Dr. Arthur, both of them standing in a darkened control room surrounded by screens that flickered with surveillance footage. Every screen displayed Azriel in the colosseum, standing before the five men who watched him like a pack of predators sizing up their prey.
"Yes," Arthur replied, eyes fixed on the monitors.
"But I need to see just how effective it is in a fight."
He glanced sideways at his companion: a man with blond hair and piercing blue eyes, wearing a lab coat, his expression disturbingly stoic.
"Do we know anything about his past? His real name, family, anything useful?"
"No, and I don't see the point. He's simply Subject 666 from now on. My subject, not yours."
Arthur bit back a curse.
'Annoying bastard... Try anything funny, and I'll end you.'
But he refocused on the screen, leaning in slightly, hand covering his mouth.
