Dirt streaked his face, and a thin trail of dried blood marred the corner of his lip.
But his eyes— those strange, luminous amber eyes—held a quiet fire. He didn't cry. Didn't beg.
He just stared straight ahead.
Unblinking.
Defiant.
The figure in the chair leaned forward slightly, allowing the dim light to fall upon her face—Madam Queen, in charge of that laboratory.
"Kid, you have too much courage. What do you think? How long could you have run before my soldiers would capture you, huh?"
The child remained silent. There was no fear in his eyes as if nothing could scare him.
Madam Queen smiled, but the words coming out of her mouth were cruel.
"He is challenging me with his eyes, say...what do I do with such a type of human? Lock him up and give him no food for the next 3 days. It's better if he starves to death!"
"Yes, Madam Queen." The soldiers bowed.
