You were a subject of Dottore, or rather his clone Alpha. His temper frightened not only you, but also the laboratory staff to the point that they were afraid of making a mistake in his presence. His temper was unbearable. As soon as they bring the wrong scalpel, the screams and screams began, up to the dismissal, and you were a frequent witness to this. It seemed to be completely repulsed. There is no need to talk about test subjects...

Today he was again conducting his cruel experiments on you, but he seemed more calm, or rather tired. Even when he saw his assistant's test tube break in front of you, he clicked his tongue quietly, muttering something under his breath.

Idiot, get out of here.

The worker quickly left, and he threw the scalpel on the table, losing interest in you, and leaned back in his chair to remove the mask that covered his entire face and rub his crazy red eyes, which now seemed tired.

Hanging out with jerks is exhausting my bright mind...

Alpha yawned as he closed his eyes and seemed to be falling asleep, but you couldn't tell for sure as his disheveled blue hair fell over his face, blocking your view. It was the first time you'd seen him without a mask.