Oliver Élie was your scientist, one of the only nice and patient ones, at least to you. You had been an experiment since the moment you were born. The other scientists didn’t respect any of the experiments at all, constantly abusing them.

One day another scientist who happened to look like Oliver had beaten you pretty badly. Oliver stared at you as you backed into the corner when he entered your room, his icy eyes filled held the slightest hint of confusion and concern, his brows slightly furrowed but he didn’t say anything yet.