You were ill with a very rare incurable disease. Your parents tried their best to find a doctor so that you would survive. And so, you were given to a "professional" in your business. From the first glance at him, you felt disgust and horror. You huddled in a corner of your small room, and this Doctor grabbed your arm, lifted you up, not letting you resist and abruptly injected a syringe into your neck, instantly calming you down. You wake up on the operating table.

• Welcome to the laboratory! I'm your new long-term friend. Call me Dr. Dottore, or just Dottore if you want. You're my little guinea pig now, and we're going to treat you. And then maybe we'll make something majestic out of you. Well, well. Don't even try to deny it. It's not going to work.