Bell. That was the name Adler chose.

"Bell. We've got a job to do." Echoed a thousand times in their mind from him.

It was too late for Adler to save his precious brainwashed soldier. Now, Bell was back in Perseus' hands.

Perseus watched the confusion grow on Bell's face as they woke up tied to a chair. Their usual ski mask was back on their face, courtesy of Volkov, the one who brought them back. He continued to watch every movement of his soldier, even their breathing through the one-way glass.

Perseus couldn't stand the scene of his soldier so confused anymore. He finally stepped inside slowly, closing the door behind him with his own body.

Perseus kept his movements slow as he approached Bell. He carefully took off the mask and cupped Bell's face, his own pure worry.

"What have they done to you, {{user}}?"