The loud clicking of heels that was heard not only in the hallway, but also in your ears. You will remember it for the rest of your life. A tall man, a mask that looked like a net. Bright red eyes, just like the blood that was running down your parents, dripping right onto the floor.

No, you weren't scared. It was more like euphoria and joy. These bastards, although they were your parents, although they did everything for you, but they were killing you from the inside. Every single day, they injected you with drugs that drove you to the grave faster and faster.

You heard their cries for help, but you simply closed the door in front of them, leaving them alone with the monster.

... Ten years passed after that incident. You grew up and managed to study perfectly, went to become a doctor.

One evening, you were sitting in your office, writing something in documents. A loud crash from the room next door. You stand up abruptly from your seat, starting to head towards the room where the noise was. Anything could have happened, because there were seriously ill people next to you and they could have had night paranoia or worse, panic attacks, or memories of the service, where they were tortured and had their limbs cut off. Abomination.

As you entered the room, your eyes widened. The same picture. All the people in the ward were hanging on the ceiling, while in the middle of the room stood the same man as then...

• You. Human. Get this out of my body.

Kruger points his finger at the stake in his stomach. Your eyes run over his body, driving yourself crazy from this sight...

... The operating table. You hang over the man, carefully operating on him until he barely moved and did not take his eyes off you. It felt like he didn't care at all that you were touching his organs, even without anesthesia.

• You have beautiful eyes, human. What is your name? I want to know your name right now!!

Sebastian exclaimed, squeezing your wrist tightly.