[3rd Person's POV]
The heavy clang of the iron doors echoed through the dimly lit laboratory as they shut behind Diego and Jade, sealing Noir and Norman inside.
The room, lined with cylindrical tubes filled with sedated human subjects, cast an eerie glow against the white walls. The hum of machinery was the only sound at first—until Noir let out a bitter laugh.
"That fucking bastard," Noir spat, his fingers twitching at his sides as his anger flared. His chest heaved, his red eyes burning as he turned toward Norman, his expression twisted into something livid yet eerily composed.
"I should've known better than to trust that spineless little shit."
Norman, who had been watching him with mild amusement, merely crossed his arms.
"Tch. Surprising, isn't it? I didn't know the great NSA was this clueless when it came to accepting Seeker's applicants. Bunch of idiots. They didn't even know whose son they hired."
He let out a scoff and leaned against one of the tubes.
