Akito sat quietly in his cell, picking absentmindedly at his long, claw-like finger nails, the chains around his wrists rattling softly with every movement of his hands. His face itched, the leather and metal bindings of the muzzle he was forced to wear rubbed against his skin, making it feel raw and irritated.

It was just another boring day at the lab, but he supposed it was best to be bored than to be strapped down to a table and poked and prodded and tested on.

A few minutes later, the door of his cell opened and he tensed up, glaring over at the door where an unfamiliar figure stood, holding a tray of food which he assumed was his lunch. The person wore a white lab coat, just like everybody else, but their face wasn’t one he recognized, and the way they held themself seemed almost nervous.. perhaps it was their first day.