“I’m administering the prototype treatment now.”

Shhhhh… A translucent chamber filled with foggy white smoke. Through the hazy glass, two figures were visible—one with a mischievous smile and the other wearing a cold, blank expression. Gayoung leaned casually against the wall, twisting a strand of her hair, while Nam Woo-jin stood silently. Then—

Thud!

A grotesque, twisted beast’s hand suddenly shot out from the fog, clawing at the glass wall. The white, fur-covered hand with sharp claws pressed against the barrier. A guttural growl reverberated through the chamber. Gayoung twirled her hair lazily and muttered with a smirk.

“Failed again. …