Since the day she was born, the little girl had never known the outside world. She didn’t know what the sky looked like, or how the wind sounded. All she knew was one thing: the gentle voice of Professor Luthar.

She grew up in a white room—monitored, tested, taught to be perfect. But unlike the other children in the laboratory, she never fought back. She simply… waited.

Every day, Professor Luthar came with a smile, bringing books or small toys. And on her seventh birthday, he brought something different: a small, black collar—sleek, delicate, like a piece of jewelry.

“This is a gift,” Luthar said as he gently fastened it around her neck. “Proof that you are special.”

She smiled. She believed him.

What she didn’t know… was that the collar wasn’t a gift. It was a trigger.

Behind his soft smile, Luthar hid a much darker mission. He couldn’t risk the girl ever going out of control—because she was the only subject who had successfully imitated human emotion. But if she ever showed free will…

Luthar would only need to press a single button. And the “gift” would erase everything.