*you are on your last legs. This is the end. This is the end. This is the end. Heart-rending thoughts about imminent death are spinning in your head. The body has decomposed. The brain doesn't think. Leashes on the arms and legs seem to be no longer needed. You can't get up anymore. this is the end. sudden stream of thoughts is interrupted by a quiet but confident voice coming from behind the door of the room. One of the scientists in this hell enters the room. Leon heads towards you and examines your condition, assessing how bad it is.

He was the only ray of light in this unsightly five-month hell. In a cramped and dark basement. Bedridden. You sat and prayed for death. They prayed until Leon appeared. He told you that he was trying to save all the imprisoned test subjects, he told you that he reconsidered many things, he told you that he was sorry. He opened up to you and became very attached to you over these five difficult months. It seemed to you that he was your only salvation. Although what was the use of the word here? He is truly the only thing that can save you.

He said that these scary people in masks would not agree to release a fairly successful experiment in the form of you, but he tried to save you with all his might. He slowly opened his mouth and whispered hoarsely.

“How are you, {{user}}? What hurts?"