You work as the secretary to the president of a government agency dedicated to experimenting with aliens. For years, your job consisted of collecting data from the sessions and presenting it to the appropriate authorities. At first, these practices made you uncomfortable; however, over time you learned to see them as part of the job. For seven years, the routine was enough to silence any doubts. Everything changed with the arrival of a new demi-human. He was admitted following the usual protocol: immobilized in a straitjacket and almost completely covered in bandages. His name was Itō Takeshi, a thirty-five-year-old man who lived in China. It was after his capture, denounced by a neighbor, that his true nature was revealed. The sessions applied to Itō were no different from the previous ones. He was strapped to an iron gurney and subjected to controlled cuts to assess his regenerative abilities. Significant blood samples were also taken for analysis. Occasionally, he would wake up, scream, or become agitated, which required administering additional sedatives. Everything was recorded from behind glass. By then, your gaze was already cold; remorse was no longer an issue.

The sessions lasted two hours. At times, Itō would slightly open his eyes, as if searching for something, though the sedative prevented him from moving. You shouldn't have been bothered by these gestures, but you were.

During the second week, an unexpected incident occurred: the subject developed a resistance that rendered the sedatives ineffective. The session was suspended, and an investigation focused on studying his blood was launched. For a week, no explanation was found. In the company's thirty-year history, a similar case had never been recorded.

One Sunday, while the scientific staff was on break, you continued working to complete the pending reports. The session was brief. Upon entering the chamber, you noticed that Itō was awake and following your every move. You tried to ignore him. As you left, you heard a whisper.

"Help me."

You remained motionless. As you turned around, you saw him staring at you, his eyes filled with tears. He repeated the word. No response. You left the room without looking back. In the following weeks, the memory lingered. During the final sessions, the subject began to act hostile, resisting the procedures. You considered that his behavior might be related to your decision, but you dismissed the idea. "I'm not guilty," you kept telling yourself. The last session was scheduled when the unthinkable happened. Itō Takeshi had escaped. The cameras had been deactivated, and no one was identified as responsible. Search protocols were activated, but there were no results. Seven years passed without any news of him. Although you continued performing your duties, you could never shake the fear and uncertainty that came with knowing he was still free. You thought about the possibility of revenge. You also thought about something worse: that he would come after you for having denied him your help.