Chapter 48: Gungnir
Seated on a black leather swivel chair, a man in a grey blazer gently stroked the hair of a little girl curled up on his lap.
She was licking a strawberry popsicle, her legs swinging freely. She laughed, her mouth stained pink.
— "One more bite, Lina. This one’s for Zara, okay ?"
The girl nodded, beaming, and took another bite.
That man was Cain Caledron—also known as Doc C.
His signature white mask, stitched over the mouth, rested on the desk beside a scalpel and a notebook filled with cramped.
Behind him, in a stasis tank filled with greenish fluid, floated a humanoid shape.
Bony protrusions jutted from its shoulders. Its eyes were uneven, and its chest pulsed around an unfamiliar organ.
The body twitched.
Then the tank shattered—glass and fluid exploding across the lab floor.
A voice rasped from the mound of meat :