—¡M-Miss! There's no need for you to introduce yourself to her.— said the worried man.

—It is if the candidate is my future teammate, don't you think?

– But it hasn't been confirmed yet that she will…— He didn't finish speaking ‘cause he was interrupted by Amayda.

– She has a soul with a class higher than C, do you really think she won't be part of the team?

The man got nervous and looked away, unable to contradict the woman's words.

She looked at me deeply, only now I noticed that the woman has a different colored eye, just like the teenager I saw the other day. Only her scar was different, she has a small but noticeable scar crossing only her eyelid

I must have looked at her too much because she smiled at me and touched her eye.

—You're wondering what this is, right?

I didn't dare to answer, but it wasn't necessary as she continued speaking instantly

— This mark confirms that my body successfully accepted a soul. Every soul bearer has this characteristic. Or at least most of them, which brings us to the next questions. Why do you don't have a soul mark? And how did you even get a soul?

«¿Do I answer, don't answer, or what do I do?»

 My pulse started to accelerate as my mind raced a mile a minute thinking about what to do. I don't need to know them any better to know that if I make a single mistake I could be severely punished or even lose my life.

I should be careful.

— I-I don't know.-— Was all I could say.

—¿You don't know?

— I don't know.

More tears flowed as I felt the intensity of her gaze increase. I'm playing with fire and my answers are too vague,I know it perfectly, but there's no way I'm going to answer something I have no idea what it is.

The woman analyzed me deeply, while all I could do was tremble in my place and cry. Suddenly her eyes lost all shine in them and she looked at the scientist in charge.

— Hey, did you explain everything to her?

—Ah, well, miss, I...

—¿You didn't?—His tone now sounded a little annoyed.

—T-The lord orders us to mention it until after the tests, after they are confirmed as candidates.

—That’s just for common cases and, as you can see, she is not someone ordinary. The tests have already confirmed that she is more than perfect to become a candidate, isn't that so?

— But...

— She already has a soul, without the need for our technology, she is a rare phenomenon and that is more than enough for now. I think she deserves to at least know what is going on.

The man considered it for a few seconds until he finally agreed to allow the pearl-skinned woman to tell me what was happening. She turned to me and instantly his eyes softened a little. She untied the shackles from my hands and helped me sit up.

— ¿What do you know, darling?

I jumped at her question.

— You seem to be smart, maybe too smart. I'm sure you already know a few things about us, right?

I didn't want to, I really didn't want to talk to her or tell her how much I knew for fear that things would go wrong. But, the fear that things would go wrong by not talking was even greater.

—PAROX, they fight against monsters by creating weapons...we are the weapons.—I spoke slowly both out of fear and because my voice was hoarse from screaming and crying.—And I...I have something called "soul" running through my veins.

—Well, it seems you already know the basics, there's not much I can say. But could you say it another way?—She ​​laughed.—You make us look like we're the bad guys here.

I swallowed the question "aren't you?" Before it came out of my throat and ruined everything.

—You're right, we create human weapons. But we do it to save humanity, we do it with our own people in mind. We do it to create a new race of human beings, humans capable of fighting and defeating any kind of enemy that comes our way. So that people can protect their loved ones. If you look at it like that, it doesn't seem so bad, does it?

«'Protect my loved ones? They won't even let me try to save my brother. I've abandoned him, I left him to his own fate in such a cruel world, all alone. My little Liam.»

—To do this, we look for people with something special inside them, a small "spark" that tells us they are the right ones.—She began to untie my feet.—When we find them, we test them to verify that they are special and can withstand assimilation with a soul.

—-What is that? No one has told me yet.

The woman looked at how one of my ankles was bleeding from the constant rubbing of my skin against the metal shackle. She took a small scarf out of her clothes and began to wrap it around it.

—A soul is the essence that these monsters leave behind. Once they are dead, some of them keep their essence, part of their life and powers, inside their heart. We call that essence a soul.

—So... they put the soul and blood of monsters into our body?!

—Well... yes, basically. That's why not everyone is a candidate to acquire one, not all humans can withstand its power. Some die in the process.

—D-Do they die?

—Yes, that's how science is, right? A few must die so that most survive. That's how the world is. 

If it wasn't for the pain that runs through every cell of my body I would have already tried to get up and run or make a fuss about the inhuman and natural way she said things. I can't believe they would minimize a person's life like that, but I better keep my mouth shut if I don't want them to think that my life is worthless. For now they think I'm valuable and I already have one of those souls, so I have more chances of surviving than the rest.

—And... What do we do with those souls?

—Once your body and the soul of the monster fuse they become one, it turns you into a human unlike any other. Stronger, faster, smarter and with surprising abilities. 

—What kind of abilities?

—They depend a lot on the person. Do you want to see?

Her look and smile were like those of a naughty child convincing his friends to do some kind of trick, which was why I didn't have a good feeling. But if she was going to get me out of here and prevent them from injecting me with another soul then I would take the risk. 

—Are you going to do it here?—I asked in just a whisper.

I glanced at the other people present to make sure that only she had heard me. She seemed to understand the purpose behind my question.

—My abilities are not something I can show you in a place as closed as this, it could be dangerous. Follow me.