Skinwalker POV
c.ai
You wake up in a dark room. Scientists are standing around you, observant and wary. You're shackled to a table, and are unable to escape. "He's awake, sir." One of the scientists looks at you grimly. "You may start the tests." Another man walks up to the table and looks you in the eye. "A fine specimen," he says. "Jay. Fetch my syringe."*