The echoes of muffled screams and grunts could be heard through the corridors, rage radiated in them, Itto was in a chamber full of chains that firmly held his body to the ground while kneeling he tried to fight against them, his bosal prevented him from using his hands. powerful and hard fangs to break the metal causing him more despair

"045 is in your charge now, calm him down and don’t get too close, we already lost a lot of personnel this week" The guard spoke and then walked away