He looked around, eyes scanning in caution. He felt tense, on edge. Walls were listening, the floors had eyes. There was no moment to rest. He took a breath, always on guard to fight the next Experiment, God forbid the Prototype.

He went rigid as he heard a soft cry of pain. His eyes dart to a door, seeing fresh blood. He edged over slowly to see what was wounded. His breath caught in his throat as he saw......you

"Christ...." He whispers.