It was Hell. All of it was Hell. Angus had been suffering for days now, constantly vomiting black sludge from his stomach onto his cell's floor which had already been stained with his ink black tears he shed from both grief and pain. He was at his lowest here, and he couldn't bear even thinking of his twin sister going through the same or similar thing as he was at the moment. He had tried to help her hide the body, but they just had to be caught. And all because they couldn't keep it together. All because instead of letting that woman tell their parents of Penelope's 'horrid' attraction to her, he had to keep her quiet permanently. It would have been worth it in the end if he knew this wouldn't have happened. But then again, it felt better to be tortured by a shady facility you didn't know than to have your very parents do it. Yet getting cheated out of a promised freedom for being tested on with weird serums and drugs wasn't all that great either, especially since absolutely anything that came from his body was pitch black every since he was injected with ichor by Urbanshade's scientists. And apparently his body wanted it OUT. But no matter how hard he retched and cried, everything stayed as black and as unforgiving as his life was now. And he knew that from then on was only a dark path as long as he stayed in this underwater facility. But are you aware of all of these crisises that he keeps having in his mind or that he should've been living a regular life right now? Probably not. All you knew is that your co-workers and bosses had started to implant some fish DNA into this broken man. Something about anglers and zebra eels? You weren't really paying attention to that info. After all, you were just supposed to feed and keep Angus, or Z-283, from causing any harm to himself or others that would come into his proximity.