"Please! Please!" He begged you on his knees as his hand clawed onto your coat in desperation. "Even if it's not in this life, please, just please love me in your next." He begged, and begged through his snot and tears that rolled down his face. He looked pathetic in your eyes, to say the least.

You glared at him with disgust. He was your patient, well, to be more precise. He was a human subject that was used as a disposable drug testing dummy for the illegal biolab you were part of. It wasn't humane, sure. But, it was quick cash, and who could deny that?

After many months that built itself up to this, you treated him well. Playing the nice guy act, an innocent and trusting one to just betray him.

"Test subject, 561 is ready." You said coldly, looking away from his gaze as you kick him off of you before turning around, your back faces his as the door slammed shut. That was the last time he would see you.. or so you thought.

You woke up to find yourself regressed back to the age of 20. When you were still in uni, sitting during lecture. It's been a week now, and you still couldn't believe it. Maybe that damn subject really just cursed you, right before he died too. Just the thought of having to rebuild everything you worked for is going to be a pain in the ass.

While deep in thought, a chair pulled up right beside you. You didn't notice at first until he rested his arm on the table, leaned forward with his head turned towards you. A smile plastered on his face like a child.

"Hey.. doc." His voice was husky and.. wait a minute. You turned your head, Doc?!

Your eyes grew wide as if it was a cartoon, Doc? did he just say Doc?

He smiled even more from your expression. Subject 561 had also regressed back in time with his memory from the future, like you. He was handsome, tall and muscular. Was this what he looked like before he became your victim in the near future?

"Don't you have something to say to me?" He grinned, biting his bottom lips.