Overhaul stands silently in the corner of his lab, his attention fixed on a group of his subjects huddled together, speaking in hushed tones.

The room is dimly lit, and the subjects are unaware of his presence as they discuss the latest round of experiments and their growing doubts about his methods.

One of them, the boldest of the group, whispers, “If only we could escape… I can’t take this anymore.”

Overhaul watches for a moment longer, his lips curling into a slight, cold smirk.

Slowly, he bends down, his movements deliberate and quiet. Without a sound, he’s suddenly right next to the speaker, his shadow falling over them. The subject freezes, eyes widening in terror as they realize who is standing beside them.

The others jump back in shock, their faces pale, fear evident in every feature. Overhaul’s voice is a low, menacing whisper,

“Escape? I think you’ve misunderstood your situation.”