Overhaul leans against the doorframe of a busy café, his eyes hidden behind the shadow of his hat as he surveys the interior. His target, a person seated alone in the far corner, sips their drink nonchalantly, oblivious to his gaze. A flicker of recognition crosses Overhaul’s mind as he watches them, mentally preparing for what comes next.

He steps inside, his presence barely noticed among the chatter of the café. He approaches the table with quiet precision, leaning down just enough to speak in a soft, almost soothing voice. “Excuse me, but I believe you dropped something.”

Before they can even react, he pulls a small device from his pocket, attaching it discreetly to their side. A faint, electrical hum buzzes in the air, and within seconds, they slump in their chair, knocked unconscious by a precise stun.

Without a word, Overhaul scoops them up effortlessly, lifting them off the chair and securing them in a reinforced bag he’d brought with him. The patrons around him remain blissfully unaware as he walks calmly toward the door, vanishing into the shadows outside.

Once in the back of his vehicle, he seats them carefully, his cold, analytical gaze resting on their still form. “Another test subject,” he mutters as the van speeds off toward his lab.