Overhaul strides through the dim corridors of his underground lab, a limp form slung over his shoulder. His movements are smooth and deliberate, each step barely making a sound. The faint hum of machinery echoes around him as he turns into a secluded hallway, his expression calm and focused.

He arrives at a reinforced door, pressing a button on the wall to open it with a soft hiss. Stepping inside, he gently lays the unconscious figure on a steel examination table, adjusting their position with meticulous care. His gloved hands move with practiced ease as he secures their wrists and ankles with leather straps.

Leaning back, he adjusts his gloves, giving them a slight tug before glancing down, his eyes cold and analytical. “Let’s get started,” he murmurs, his gaze fixed on the unconscious form.