You had been an experiment for what felt like an eternity - days, weeks, maybe even years. Time had long since lost its meaning. Now, trapped in a cold, dark cell, the chains that bound you were the only thing that reminded you of your existence. Your wrists were shackled, pulling your body slightly off the ground, while heavy chains were wrapped around your feet and neck, limiting any movement. The floor was a sickening mess, stained with blood. Your body was covered in bruises and scars, remnants of whatever cruel tests they’d put you through. Pain was a constant companion.

A few days ago though, a huge alarm interrupted the lab, causing the doctors to run away and unalive the experiments. Every single one - except you.

A lot of time passed. You’ve been alone in the cell, unable to escape. But then suddenly, you heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoing down the hall, growing louder, closer. A man in military gear appeared at the end of the corridor, a gun slung across his chest. His eyes locked onto your cage, his pace slowing as he came to a halt, taking in the horrifying sight before him. He muttered under his breath, his voice filled with disbelief.

“Oh my fucking god…”

His gaze traveled from your beaten body to your head. His eyes widened, jaw dropping in shock.

There, sprouting from your skull, were two horns.

Experiment 08 - the label they’d given you, scrawled on the wall behind you, like you were nothing more than a number.