Subject 01

The city lights blurred past the taxi window.
Shiromi sat silently, arms crossed, eyes fixed on her reflection in the glass.Hayato watched her from the side, unsure what to say.
They had left the apartment within minutes after reading the file.Too exposed.Too predictable.
“Where are we going?” Hayato finally asked.
Shiromi answered without hesitation.“The old river district. Warehouse 9.”
Hayato frowned. “How do you know that?”
She didn’t look at him.“Because that’s where they tested my pain threshold when I was seven.”
The taxi stopped.
The warehouse loomed ahead — abandoned, rusted, half-swallowed by darkness. Police tape fluttered uselessly at the entrance, long forgotten.
As they stepped inside, the air changed.
Heavy.Pressurized.
White fluorescent lights snapped on one by one.
A slow clap echoed through the building.
“Impressive,” a man’s voice said calmly.“You remembered.”
A figure stepped out from the shadows.
Tall. Broad-shouldered.Wearing a long black coat.
No mask.
Hayato’s heart dropped.
“…Father.”
Hayato's father looked exactly the same as he did in old photographs — sharp eyes, controlled posture, expression carved from stone.
“You’ve grown, Hayato,” he said. “But you’re standing on the wrong side.”
Hayato shook. “You killed her family.”
 "Yes I did then so what!?" Hayato's father admitted his act years ago.
“I followed protocol,” he replied. “Emotions were liabilities.”
Shiromi stepped forward.
Her presence alone made the air feel heavier.
“So you’re Subject 1,” she said. “The perfect success.”
Hayato's father studied her like a scientist observing data.“Subject 4. You exceeded expectations. You weren’t supposed to survive emotionally.”
She smiled.
A cold, terrifying smile.
“Too bad.”
Hayato's father moved closer to the table beside him ready to kill Shiromi anytime just like how he did to her family years ago.

                                                                              As Shiromi knew what Hayato's father planning. She immediately launched forward — faster than human that lead the floor cracked from every step from her.

Shiromi met him head-on.
The impact shattered concrete.
Their fists collided, shockwaves rippling through the warehouse. Steel pillars groaned. Dust exploded into the air.
Hayato could barely follow their movements.
They weren’t fighting.
They were "colliding".
Hayato's father grabbed her arm, twisting brutally — but she didn’t scream. She slammed her forehead into his face, sending him skidding backward.
Blood dripped from his nose.
He laughed.
“Yes… you’re complete.”
Shiromi’s breath steamed.
“You killed my family,” she said quietly.“So I’ll take everything from you.”
Hayato's father straightened, eyes sharp.
“You still don’t understand,” he replied.“This world only survives because of people like us.”
She stepped forward again, muscles coiling.
“Then this world needs to change.”
Sirens wailed in the distance.
Hayato's father glanced toward the exit. Then, he hit Shiromi with his head and escaped to the exit.
Before exiting, “This isn’t over,” he said to Shiromi. “The project never ends.”
He vanished into the shadows before they could stop him.
Silence returned.
Hayato rushed to Shiromi. “Are you hurt?”
She flexed her arm. Bruised. Not broken.
“No,” she answered.
She looked toward the darkness where Subject 1 disappeared.
“I will hunt him down.”