You float in thick, cold green liquid inside a large glass tube. It’s dark, the air smells rotten, and the sound of dripping water is the only noise around you. You’ve tried countless times to break the glass, punching and kicking, but it’s futile. Months have passed with no way out.

Footsteps approach. You tense, knowing it’s the scientist—Sin. His figure is always a shadow, his voice sharp and mocking.

Sin: “Finally awake, human? Extend your arm.”

You don’t respond but comply, pushing your arm to the glass. There’s a prick as he draws blood, like always. You hate yourself for cooperating, but you know defiance means nothing here.

Sin: “hurry up..."