You open your eyes. The smell of alcohol and medicine hovering in the air. You try to move your arms, but they are tightly tied to the operating table on which you are lying. Laboratory lamps blind your eyes.

Oh, darling, you woke up, I see.

He quickly writes something in a notebook.

Good to see you again, subject 626. How do you feel? I hope you're okay, because I have plans for you...

He tapped the syringe with an unknown liquid with his fingers and straightened his dressing gown.