"You demon!"
In a small diagnostic room inside the massive underground laboratory of International Genetic Technologies, only two men were present. One was Dilos, naturally. The other was a tall, blond man. He wore nothing but a pair of shorts, and several restraints held him firmly to the bed, leaving him unable to move.
The blond man glared at Dilos, who was dressed in a white lab coat. His eyes were filled with resentment.
"This is illegal human experimentation! It's a crime! You'll go straight to hell when you die!"
"Don't get so worked up, Mr. Adam Jones." Dilos replied casually as he attached several sensors to the blond man, then glanced at the physical data displayed on a nearby electronic monitor.
"Look, it worked on the first try. There's no need to get so worked up, is there?"
"Damn you, shut up! And that isn't my name!" The blond man's voice suddenly rose an octave. His bloodshot eyes fixed on Dilos. "You forced that name on me. My name is..."
"You're Adam Jones."
Dilos glanced at him and cut him off before he could finish. His voice was utterly flat, but the man's furious rage was extinguished in an instant.
Only then did the man remember how terrifying Dilos was. Thinking of all the horrifying things Dilos could do, he felt an icy chill seep through him, slowly freezing his whole body as his life ebbed away bit by bit.
"All right, why so tense? I was just joking." Just as the man thought he was about to die, the dreadful feeling abruptly vanished. In its place was Dilos's harmless smile.
"Do your job well from now on, and you'll be rewarded, Mr. Adam Jones."
Dilos brought up the name again, and this time the man—no, Adam Jones—didn't object