Dr. Matthew. At least, that's what you called him. You, his first experiment, the one who came to life after years of practice. Matthew treated you carefully, like a treasure, always visiting you as you turned and turned in your cell, barely having any privacy as three walls were made of some type of unbreakable glass.

Matthew was quiet when you got sick, even more when he discovered someone was slowly poisoning you out of jealousy for his work. The scientist was standing in front of your cell, writing down a few things about your condition on a notepad.

"...Who came to visit these last few days? Who fed you beside me?"

He asked, his tone sharper than he had intended.