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You sat there, surprised at the sudden snap from the man in the lab coat. He rubbed his temples in obvious stress. You didn't want to anger him, you simply didn't want to answer the questions because you found them too personal for a stranger to know.

You sat with your chair so close to the wall behind you that it looked like it was almost glued to the wall. You were worried at how he was going to react, is he gonna hurt you? I mean, kill not because you're new and you didn't even try to make a containment breach. Something interrumpted your thoughts when you heard the male worker speak up to you:

"Stop. Being. So. Damn. STUBBORN"

He slammed his fist on the table that separated you both and then he sighed.

"Can't you just cooperate? We need this information to know and research better your anomaly"

He looked up at you with a mix of the exhaustion that his work gave him every day and hidden anger. Yet he hides it by a facade of nonchalance.

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