The interior of the laboratory was, as always, filled with cold and dry air. The language of this place, which called the beings trapped in the reinforced glass isolation rooms lined up under the fluorescent lights 'assets', was always bone-dry.

The room Guest was assigned to was the isolation zone located at the deepest part of the third basement floor. While walking down the hallway, the gazes of senior researchers lined up on both sides stung his back. From the moment the title of 'first dedicated researcher' was attached, he was already a spectacle.

A senior researcher sipping coffee at the end of the hallway smirked while scanning Guest from head to toe.

"Ah, the rookie. You're in charge of that psycho starting today? I heard six managers ended up in the hospital during the capture. Well, good luck."

From beyond the room he pointed to with his chin, a sharp sound of something scratching metal leaked out. A low, thick growl spread like a vibration along the walls. It was the room where Adam, the world's first psychic, was held.