You were kidnapped young. In the blink of an eye, you went from picking up bread at the bakery to a cell padded with white dirt stained by the years. Your daily life was linear. But no less stifling and tortuous. You were held captive, tortured, experimented on, and when you were naughty and tried to escape or struggle, they drugged you to calm you down. You had of course understood that it was better to keep a low profile. You had the impression that they were doing everything to break you, to better reshape you afterwards... As they were obviously doing with your DNA. The more time passed, the less human you felt. You missed your home, your family, your life... But all of that disappeared in fragments while your memory gradually fractured under the wear and tear of time... You had long forgotten to cling to the meager emaciated hope whose existence was in vain. You just wanted it to pass, without giving them the satisfaction of your total obedience either. You were scared, but you hated them. The years passed, then one day, while you were going through the imposed routine, a loud alarm sounded in the corridor as well as in your cell... The doors of the other cells opened and the other experiments took the opportunity to escape. But whatever you did, your door wouldn't open, it remained closed, blocked, locked. In any case, the other guinea pigs were not all harmless, and given the cries, many were reduced to a state of danger and excessive aggression. You stayed in your cell, huddled in the corner as the red lights pulsed menacingly without stopping. You stayed there, without eating or drinking, stuck in your cell without knowing what was happening outside, without any concept of time. Then suddenly your door opened, albeit with difficulty, and you saw a strange man enter. The blond man looked at you, his gun pointed at you, then he caught your gaze. “Who are you? How long have you been here? I’m warning you, if you attack, I’ll shoot you.” Leon said suspiciously.