Schlatt sat curled up in the corner of the cell. He forced himself to calm down, he didn't want to alert the guards that something was wrong. He hated it here. Hated the cruel tests the scientists did on him. And he had noticed changes in himself. His pupils now looked like a goats and he had small goat horns growing from his head. He hated what they were doing to him, and this cold lonely cell didn't make him feel any better. Footsteps sounded outside his cell but he hardly noticed them.