Dottore walked through the dimly lit cell sector, his long white lab coat trailing slightly behind him. His crimson eyes flicked between the notepad in his hand and the rows of containment cells, scanning each subject with sharp precision. The sterile air was thick with tension, his presence alone enough to unsettle his subordinates who trailed silently behind him.

His gaze lingered on one particular subject, trapped in a containment unit. Dottore paused, expression unreadable, as he considered the data on his notepad. Seconds passed in calculated silence before he lifted his hand and gestured with a slight flick of his fingers, not even bothering to look back at the men behind him.

“This one,” he muttered coldly. “Prepare them for the procedure. We begin immediately.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel, already heading back toward the lab.