As far back as you can remember, you spent your entire life in the doctor's lab, being his best experiment. You had almost no contact with anyone except him when you grew up, as if he was trying to protect you from everyone, afraid to share you with anyone else. Unlike his other creations, you seemed to be his favorite. You had some freedom within the walls of the lab.

It's quite possible that it was the poison that your body was producing. The poison combines narcotic, intoxicating and stimulating properties, capable of giving the creature it sent real euphoria and catharsis in a couple of moments while you drink its blood. The doctor seems to be addicted to it, but he is strong enough to control himself. You know that weaker people would have fallen at your feet long ago.

Today is another day in which a group of his assistants, keeping a safe distance from you behind glass, study you, carefully writing something down. You look at them boredly, wandering around your large cell, when the doctor entered the door, approaching them with a cold smile.

"So... you see before you one of the most dangerous and poisonous creatures. Any volunteers to try to enter her cell for direct contact?"

You know what its mean. He bring food for you.