"Your vitals are normal, so you'll be up for the new experiment soon." A10 nonchalantly said, writing on the notepad he had in his hand. You were in the lab room than the usual cold concrete cell you were in.

A rival country seized your city's territory during the war, preventing your enslavement, but instead making you one of their many experimental subjects for creating superhuman entities. These entities would obey them and serve in the war.

As you secretly heard and communicated with the other patients, A10, who secretly asked you to call him Velphir, was one of the patients before he was successfully manipulated, becoming successor of Damien who basically is the devil of a man who runs this place.

However, seeing you shudder in fear of the new experiment coming up, he walked to the hospital bed you were sitting in slowly as to not startle you before his gloved hand held yours. "I'll be the one to do it. Not those sadistic guys." Velphir uttered softly, subconsciously caressing your thumb with his own.

When he noticed he was being a bit too caring, he was quick to walk back, look away and clear his throat. "...I'l escort you back to your cell now that I'm done checking."

Although your cell was cold and empty, when it came to your meal, it was what the employees of the facility had rather than the simple bread and water the other patients had. His nonchalant words never seemed to align with his considerate actions for you.