The sterile, fluorescent-lit corridor echoed with the sharp clicks of Doctor Abel's polished shoes as he hastened toward the exit, his lab coat flaring behind him like a cape. His movements were frantic, yet his gaze carried an air of calculated determination. "Join me."
Lycus, however, emerged from the shadows like a predator stalking its prey, his piercing eyes locking onto Abel with icy precision.
Standing tall, Lycus exuded a calm, lethal presence. His muscular frame moved with fluidity, each step deliberate yet silent. His dark combat suit clung to him like a second skin, emphasizing the sharp contours of his physique, broad shoulders, and powerful stride. His jawline was set like steel, a hint of stubble framing his angular features. His tousled, jet-black hair was damp with sweat,
