Thus, the experiments continued.
One after another.
Without answers. Without mercy.
The first days were hell.
They were injected, wired, shocked… left for hours on cold metal tables.
Their suffering became silent.
Not in screams—
But in their eyes.
Their souls began to break.
Bleed lost his voice.
Nara descended into madness.
Crow died in the third year.
Nish lost his mind.
And Rath…
Rath changed.
He did not scream.
He watched.
The scientists treated them like lab rats.
And something grew inside him…
Not fear.
Hatred.
Cold. Sharp. Endless.
Hatred for the scientists.
For the Lorraine Family.
For the world itself.
Every night, as a new number was carved into his arm, he whispered:
"I will kill them… all of them."
Years passed.
They were no longer human.
Then one day…
A man entered.
Tall. Powerful.
A presence like a hidden beast.
Behind him—Simon.
It was Michel Lorraine.
All bowed.
Even the masked scientist removed his mask.
"Welcome, Lord Michel."
"How is the experiment?"
"Progressing well. The bodies are improving… but their minds are deteriorating."
"Speed it up. Other families are growing suspicious."
"Yes, sir."
"Erase their memories. I don't want them turning against us."
"Yes, sir."
As Michel left…
Rath stared at him.
Not in fear.
Not in awe.
But with something far darker…
A deeper mark of hatred carved into his burning heart.