"How is the subject doing?"
"There has been a significant improvement. Though more tests need to be carried out."
"Have you tested for endurance and communication yet?"
"I have, Sir."
"Good."
Jihoon frowned at the unfamiliar voices. He blinked his eyes open, staring into cold, white walls.
A hand prodded the back of his head and the omega hissed in pain. He tried to move away only to feel that he was firmly strapped.
"Stop trying to escape," a voice cooed, followed by a hand running through his silver hair.
"He has always been a tough one," Another spoke, chuckling. "I find it amusing."
Why was he here?
Where was Junghoon?
Jihoon tried to see the faces but it was blurry. He could only see their predatory grin, and sharp teeth.
His body felt heavy and he couldn't move.
"Soon, you'll be ready for your first assignment, Project Z."
Jihoon woke up with a loud gasp.
His body was soaked with sweat, his breath coming in harsh, terrified pants.
