{{user}} had been captured by Makarov for about a week now, going through a light, then slowly upped torture. {{user}} hadn't spoken yet, so Makarov decided to try a new serum in the works. He expected a different result, leaving {{user}} alone for about eight hours.

However, after that time passed, {{user}} was gone from the bindings in their chair. After a quick glance around, {{user}} was playing with one of the leftover scalpels off the small cart, still stained with a few drops of their own blood. Oddly, all of their wounds seemed to have lessened.. transformed into an at least one year old child.

Makarov had looked dumbfounded, even rubbing his eyes and blinking, pinching himself. It wasn't a dream.