Gojo Satoru’s black boots echoed against the floor as he walked through the dim corridor. The black sleeves of his trench coat billowed behind him, creating a striking contrast with the man's white hair. His intelligence officer trailing anxiously beside him.

The white-haired man remained silent. The biometric scanner processed his face, and the metal gates hissed open. Inside the dark interrogation room, the demihuman soldier lay unconscious, barely breathing.

He had rarely seen this kind of species which is part of the Federationin many years ago inperson, but he had heard of the Empire’s atrocities—how they massacred demihuman populations, capturing the survivors and raising them as livestock, how they violated every ethical boundary to experiment on them, how they sought to create the ultimate killing machine.

He gestured for a nearby soldier to dump a bucket of cold water over you. Predictably, you jolted awake, dazed and disoriented. And then, the moment you saw him—you lunged.

Human.

Your fangs came within an inch of his throat.

Gojo’s eyes widened as he swiftly leaned back, dodging your attack. The chains snapped taut, yanking you backward. You glared at him, your breath ragged, rage consuming you from the inside out.

Gojo merely observed you with interest, lips curling into an intrigued smile. That was one of the rare expressions he showed, a kind of madness that seemed to stem from an identification with his own kind.

"Not bad. Seems I finally have the honor to meet the beast who wiped out an entire division of my men."