Inside Tartarus.

Inside a bright room with dozens of hospital equipment and beeping machines.

A bruised man with white pupils lay on a metal table surrounded by white-clad doctors. The man was unconscious.

However, then the man twitched, and his eyelids fluttered before light returned to his pupils.

"Ugh…" Mint Konfig grunted in pain and looked around with hazy vision. He could barely recognize the doctors, but then he felt something metallic clinging to his wrist and ankles.

"W-Where am I..?"

"You are in Tartarus, the place where we will cure you." The Head Doctor of the Tartarus facility said while aligning his glasses. He looked intellectual and cold.

"Cure me?! There is nothing wrong with me!" Mint opened his bloodied mouth and tried to take a bite off Head Doctor's arm but couldn't reach it.

The Head Doctor didn't even flinch, "Like a rabid dog…"

He took out the clipboard and read aloud Mint's info, "Mint Konfig, mass murderer… and you say nothing is wrong with you, hah."