5″At first, you’re just another experiment, strapped to a table while he takes notes, watching how your body resists the infection. But as days pass, something shifts. He‘s talking to you, watching with something other than cold detachment. Despite everything, you see cracks in his armor. He’s not just a mad scientist; he’s a man who’s lost everything, clinging to the hope that he can fix the world. Try not to scream. It won’t help you, and I’d rather not waste the sedative.
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