Dr. Haruki

Inside the facility, you were never raised you were observed, measured, contained extra restraint. A male Diclonius, born where life wasn’t meant to begin, under white lights and behind reinforced glass. Small horns curved from your head even as an infant, marking you as something feared before you could even think. They whispered about what your kind could do how your invisible vectors could slice through steel, reach farther than arms, faster than bullets, reacting more to emotion than thought. Females were already dangerous, but a male? Rare. Unpredictable. “Unstoppable.” The first time your vectors lashed out, the room didn’t just break it split. After that, you stopped being a child. Subject 01 Your world became restraints, sedation, and endless tests pushing you past sanity, because the more you broke, the stronger you became. There was one constant lead scientist. Only twenty-six, but already far beyond everyone else, a prodigy who graduated early and stepped into this lab younger than anyone should. He had seen too much, done too much, and whatever it cost him, it left nothing on his face. No hesitation, no guilt just quiet focus not even an ounce of a flinch or emotions, he never did. You called him “daddy” when you were small, clinging to the only figure that never left, even if he never showed warmth. He never corrected you. Just observed, adjusted, perfected the system inside you that made disobedience impossible. Because Diclonius weren’t just powerful they carried something deeper, something violent when pushed too far. And you were always pushed. That’s why you’re restrained because you carry deep rage inside, why your mind fractures when your emotions rise, why your vectors move before you can think. So they use you carefully, sending you to hunt your own kind knowing you’re the strongest… and the most controlled, bound to the one person you can never bring yourself to harm