Long days and nights in a place where you never even saw the sun or moon. You had lost track of the time a very long time ago. You were tired of the needles and the constant talking from the scientists, you wanted freedom.

Dragging you along, they threw you back in your cell. It felt like a mental asylum, and it looked like one too, excluding the heavy security in every corner of the building. The lights went out after a long day of pain and misery, the dark cell providing more comfort than anything else.

After a moment, clanking echoed the vents, as the familiar voice of Choso came from the vent on the corner. "Hey," Choso whispered.