006: Who Am I?

After offering to take Angel home, Jon escorted her through the streets, the subtle tension of their conversation lingering in the air.

As they reached Angel's residence, a moment of unexpected intimacy unfolded.

In the quiet hallway, Angel turned to Jon.

Their eyes locked, and a silent understanding passed between them. Breaking the unspoken tension, Angel leaned in, pressing her lips against Jon's.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding him deeper into her wet heat while she moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around his waist for better purchase.

The sound of their heavy breathing and flesh slapping against each other reverberated throughout the cold floor, creating an eerie symphony that contrasted sharply with the normally sterile atmosphere.

With a gentle demeanor, Jon carried Angel to the sofa, instructing her to rest while he fetched some water. The room took on a serene atmosphere as Angel settled onto the comfortable cushions.

Jon quickly retrieved a sharp object from the kitchen, his movements swift and precise.

Returning to Angel, he knelt beside her on the couch, pressing the cold steel against her exposed neck. "This might hurt," he warned softly before plunging it deep into her flesh—not enough to kill but enough to cause pain and leave a mark.

"What are you doing?!" She cried out in terror, writhing beneath him. Her eyes widened with fear as blood trickled down her skin, staining the white fabric of her top crimson.

"Here you go," he said, offering it to Angel with a warm smile.

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As Jon noticed the red stains on the sofa, reminiscent of spilled wine, a frown creased his face. Swiftly, he retrieved cleaning supplies, methodically erasing any trace of the unexpected incident.

However, in a surprising turn, Jon's expression shifted once more. With a meticulous gesture, he removed the skin from his face, unveiling the true nature of his identity as a vigilante regressor.

His ability to assume various identities, regardless of gender, was a powerful tool, enabling him to infiltrate Lab 17 under the guise of Dr. Angel.

As Jon delved into Dr. Angel's personal space, opening her mails to uncover hidden details, he stumbled upon a revelation—he discovered she was married to a man named Arthur, a figure of wealth and privilege.

The realization added a layer of complexity to Jon's motives.

His objective wasn't merely to save mankind; rather, it was to seize control of the potent weapon that the virus represented.

The intricate web of connections and motives unfolded, and Jon, with a newfound understanding of the personal stakes involved, plotted his next move with calculated precision.

Arthur entered the room, and Jon, adopting Dr. Angel's persona, greeted him with a warm smile.

"Hey, darling," Jon said, embracing Arthur as Angel would. The kiss that followed was a subtle blend of practiced tenderness and calculated deception.

"How was your day?" Jon inquired, mirroring Angel's tone and mannerisms.

Arthur, unaware of the switch, began sharing details about his recent trips.

Jon, now fully immersed in the role, listened attentively, responding with the right mix of interest and enthusiasm, concealing the ulterior motives behind the façade of marital bliss.

Dr. Mathur stopped Jon in the corridor, a cheerful greeting escaping his lips, "Dr. Angel! How have you been? It's been a while."

Jon, wearing the borrowed identity, controlled his reactions, responding with a warm smile. "Oh, you know, the usual. Busy as ever," he replied, keeping the tone and mannerisms consistent with Dr. Angel.

Dr. Mathur delved into a detailed account of recent experiments, and Jon, adept at navigating the conversation, engaged with controlled enthusiasm. "Fascinating work, Dr. Mathur. Your dedication truly shines through," Jon complimented, concealing the underlying motives behind the mask of pleasantries.

Feigning discomfort, Jon interrupted Dr. Mathur mid-sentence, placing a hand on his stomach. "I'm sorry, Dr. Mathur. I think I might be coming down with something. Excuse me," he uttered, offering a strained smile before swiftly walking away.

Entering Lab 17, Jon's eyes widened at the unsettling sight before him. Twenty individuals, men and women alike, were chained and subjected to testing.

The air in the room grew heavy with the weight of the clandestine experiments, and Jon, masked as Dr. Angel, navigated the grim reality of Lab 17, where the pursuit of knowledge took on a dark and ethically questionable form.

Jon nodded along, maintaining the charade as he observed the chained individuals, their silent pleas echoing in the background.

The unsettling reality of the experiments tested Jon's resolve, and the hidden turmoil beneath the façade of Dr. Angel's identity persisted within the walls of Lab 17.

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