Shiratorizawa woke up with seven ringing heads and aching bones. A woman walked in and introduced herself as Itazura Dira, the leader of this place. She took note of their powers and names, except for Goshiki who was still asleep.Goshiki had a metal muzzle surrounding his mouth. There were ten holes on the muzzle that were evenly spaced. One hole was above his lips, another hole below them. On each side of the muzzle are four holes. The muzzle was connected to leather straps that went around his head. There are two leather cuffs, one on each forearm near the elbow that connected to each other with a chain. The chain went down a little ways to the cuffs that engulfed the rest of his forearms all the way down to his hands.
Over the next day or so(there was a tiny window at the top corner of the cell), she talked to them one on one about their powers and others' powers, especially Goshiki. She had an intense interest in him for some unknown reason.
The next day the team watched as Itazura walked in with two guards and went into Goshiki's cell.
Two men held Goshiki down as Itazura injected something into Goshiki's neck.
His veins from the area where the needle penetrated his skin turned black. He started panting as though he just finished three rounds of practice without resting or drinking from his water bottle. Each breath ended in a wheezing sound. He was hyperventilating, or that's what it seemed like.
"Bye bye!" Itazura left while skipping.
The two men started to leave the cell.
Goshiki sucked one breath in and held it. When he breathed out, it was slow and calm. Like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.
The leather straps holding his arms to the cuffs covering his hands started to wear down. The muzzle on his face became tight, to the point of the leather band was physically stretching to its tearing point.
Goshiki laid down on his side and set his hands covered with metal in front of him. The corners started to grow holes and the edges were beginning to bend.
The men reached the middle of the long hallway before stopping.
SCREEEEE-CREAK-CLANG-CREAK
The sound everyone nearby heard from the restraints scraping along the floor and the sound metal door opening could be heard.
It was painful and it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
Then the lights went out.
The emergency red lights flicked on and started flashing as they were supposed to.
The men came charging his way.
Goshiki stood up, but the top half of his body was limp and leaning sideways. A sliver of skin was showing from the opposite side he was bending on. He straightened up and hunched over and his body became black, like a thick sheen of a liquid mud was covering him and seeped into him.
With barely any effort, he moved his hands away from each other and the bindings broke, the metal ripped like paper and the leather, like it wasn't even there. He tore the muzzle off his face.
Goshiki's jacket was ripped off and his white shirt was shown. He started learning to the side but his lower half kept still. His legs broke in the middle of his shin, creating a new joint; similar to a deer's hind leg. His right arm became long and boney, grazing the floor. The hand attached became large and pointy. The corners of his lips were ripped until the crease was a few centimeters from his ears. His teeth were as sharp as knives that became long and pointed. His eyes changed, one of them became all black and the other became all black except a navy iris. Finally the left side of his waist split open and a giant mouth with sharp teeth appeared.
