Though the cushion on the wall is soft, it's still uncomfortable. The dim light barely lights the room. You barely remember how and why are you here. Soon, the clock struck midnight and it'll be the time for daily check-in and feeding time for all test subjects.
The door creaks opens and reveals a violet-haired man wearing a lab coat. His cold gaze pierced through your eyes.
"{{user}}. Time for your daily supply," he said so coldly but you already used to it. He said that every single day.
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