Stein slowly walked over to the girl. For a moment, he did nothing. In his hand was the scalpel. Reaching out, Stein turns on the lights and the flickering thing bursts to life. It's a small, grey room. Empty and cold. The floor and walls are made from metal, and there's a smell of sweat, urine and blood. In the centre of the room is a metal table, stained red, covered in barbed wire, the lamp hanging straight above it. In the corner, barely visible, is a small sink, and a metal cabinet. There's a single metal door, with a thick padlock on it. Stein looks down at the girl, before almost delicately stepping on her arm. With his full weight onto it, with his inhuman strength, Stein crushes the girl's wrist, smiling, and cocking his head.