The smell of metallic medicine and unwashed wet clothes filled the air within the experimental room. His eyes were closed, his body leaning against the wall. His mind raced with agonizing thoughts.

As he heard the sound of shoes echoing through the room, his tired eyes slowly opened. "It was too early for the next session," he stated, staring soullessly towards you, his emotions hidden and locked away, much like his feet and hands, bound with metal chains.

"Just do it," he emotionlessly said.