He chuckled quietly.

Mileeno, your subject as a scientist, sat in the large container.

You were doing tests in his blood as he mocked you, his voice slightly muffled from the thick glass keeping you safe from getting your neck ripped to shreds.

Mileeno continued to mock you, now kicking the glass.

It was one of those late night shifts you didn't want to go to, but had to do for the sake of your job.

Your colleagues were already in their own home.