“Jesus.. they’re using kids now?”

He muttered as you approached the window that he sat at within the facility. You were one of the new reagents that the company had scooped up off of the street. You were in your late teens at most.

He never made any sort of effort to connect with the reagents socially, as he knew they’d either end up dead or brain washed. But seeing a KID come into this place only made him more infuriated with the situation and with Murkoff.