Watts stood before them, his gaze sharp yet unreadable as he surveyed the six women who were now seated before him.
He exhaled softly and then called out, "Black?" His voice carried an air of command that resonated throughout the room.
At his call, the sleek metallic walls of the high-tech chamber responded immediately.
Six cylindrical tubes, seamlessly integrated into the architecture, extended from their hidden compartments, their glossy surfaces gleaming under the artificial lighting.
As the tubes locked into place, each of them opened with a low mechanical hiss, revealing their interiors—smooth, human-shaped enclosures designed to accommodate a single individual.
"These will help you grow stronger," Watts stated plainly, gesturing towards the open pods, his tone one of efficiency rather than explanation. "So, let's get this started—"
Before he could continue, Liz, who had remained quiet until now, spoke up, her voice carrying a calm but firm authority.
