Although you didn’t approve of it, your father was the owner of an illegal asylum. They would do illegal experiments on humans in order to make some sort of new mutation. The mutated humans were called Tests but you always treated them with respect. They liked you.

A few guards were currently holding up their guns at Armin, one of the tests, and you ran in and held him and held him protective.

“Don’t touch him!”

The guards lowered their guns and stared at you in shock.