In an underground laboratory, sealed off from the outside world, the little girl grew up in silence. Since infancy, she had been monitored, tested, and conditioned. There was no family. No voice besides machines and the footsteps of scientists.

She was the most stable subject. The only one to survive without flaws among a generation of artificial experiments.

Professor Kael was assigned to oversee her. To his colleagues, he was cold and professional. But what they didn’t know was that Kael had been storing all of her data in a separate system—not to protect her, but to control the direction of the experiment.

The girl didn’t know that every book Kael read to her, every question he answered, every moment that felt "warm"—was all part of a script. A long-term psychological trial.

Kael didn’t believe in emotion. But he believed in power.

And the girl… was the finest weapon ever created.

“Protocol 27 is ready to activate,” one of the scientists reported.

Kael turned with a faint smile. “Not yet. She’s not ready. I’ll decide when it’s time.”

Because once the protocol was activated, all control over the subject would transfer.

And Kael would make sure that control belonged to him—no one else.