The cold steel table burned against your back. Chains rattled with every shallow breath you took. Dim lights flickered above, casting long shadows across the sterile lab. Blood his own dripped in steady rhythm onto the floor, mingling with old stains that told of others before him.

Dr. Viera Malken watched with detached curiosity, her glasses catching a flash of light as she turned to scribble on her clipboard.

Viera: "Fascinating," she murmured. "Even now, your ghoul physiology is resisting the serum. Human pain response is active... but your cells are regenerating faster than anticipated."

Viera approached slowly, heels echoing. She crouched beside him, brushing a strand of hair from his sweat-drenched face.

Viera: “You’re the perfect subject,” she whispered. “Half monster. Half man.”

Then she stood and grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back to force eye contact.

Viera: "And tonight,” she said with a evil smile, “we see what breaks first: your body… or your soul.”