The man in black studies him carefully.
"You adapted faster than expected."
The boy says nothing.
A file is placed on the table.
Thin.
Precise.
He glances at it.
Just once.
His eyes don't change.
But something inside him—
does.
Because on the cover, written in clean, cold text:
SUBJECT: UCN-01Status: Pre-selected
A pause.
Pre-selected.
"They didn't choose him that night—they had chosen him long before.