The young boy was running through the open fields of his rural, mainland China home—times only his unconsciousness remembered. A wide smile adorned his innocent features, a blissful laugh escaping him and a man—who the boy was pretty sure was his father—swooped him up and sat him upon his broad shoulders. He felt like he was flying… like he was a mighty dragon.
Dr. Alexei stood over the subject, looking up at the camera that recorded the sessions. He had just finished treating the fiend with electroconvulsive therapy, electrically inducing seizures that were meant to help with his urges. The young man had just passed out after finishing a violent convulsion. “Violet,” the doctor called for the nurse. “Have the guards take Mr. Yim here to Building A, cell 34,” he ordered and watched as the nurse exited the room.
Looking back to the unconscious subject, Dr. Benain chuckled lowly. “Mr. Hale has been alone far too long,” the scientist mused. The guards entered the room, and undid the prisoner’s bounds. Picking him up, they dragged him towards his newly appointed cell.
"Hey, she-bitch," the block guard growled as he opened cell 34A. Two guards stood behind in the corridor, a limp body hanging between the two. "You got yourself a new pimp daddy," he explained with a laugh. The guards tossed the prisoner on the empty bed and exited after silently studying the werewolf in the cell. "Have fun."
Daoji awoke in a start, sitting up a bit too fast for his own good. His head spun, making him groan as he squeezed his eyes shut. Where was he? What was that smell? Werewolf again? No more werewolf… Opening his eyes again, Daoji Yim realized he wasn’t in his usual cage. Previously restricted to the scientific department, his current location seemed unsettling nice.
Feeling a gaze upon him, he turned to face the only other being in the cell. “Friend or foe?” He asked bluntly, although his voice was rather neutral.
