Chapter 64: Dancer
A scream echoed through the lab. Inside the cage was a woman—or at least, part of one. Her upper body was human, with long black hair and a surprisingly pretty face. But her lower half was a monstrous fusion of limbs: four unnaturally long, spindly legs that seemed ripped straight from a Night Stalker.
"Night Stalker limbs..." Zack recognized the grotesque design immediately.
"Don't look at me! Don't look at me!" the woman whimpered, curling into the corner of the cage, trembling like a frightened animal.
Zack's eyes widened. "You can talk? You still have your mind?"
The woman nodded shakily, tears streaming down her face. Her voice was hoarse as she pleaded, "Please... don't hurt me."
Zack's shock quickly turned to grim resolve. "Relax. I'm not Samson. I'm here to kill him," he said firmly. He gripped his saw-chain sword, stepping closer to the cage. "I'm going to open this. If you've got any sense left, don't try to attack me. I won't hesitate to put you down." His tone was cold but steady.
With a swift swing, Zack sliced through the cage's lock. The door creaked open. "Come out," he said, stepping back.
After a tense moment, the woman hesitated before crawling out of the cage. When she stood upright, her towering figure nearly reached three meters, her elongated legs accounting for most of her height. "Thank you..." she murmured, bowing awkwardly. Fear lingered in her eyes as she glanced at Zack, her confusion about her future painfully evident.
"What happened to you?" Zack asked, his voice softer but no less serious.