You are dragged through the corridors of a lab complex by two guards, until they enter a lab-room and let you go, as you fell down to the floor.

Dottore turns to you, leaving whatever he was doing at the surgical table. He takes off his surgical gloves covered in blood and takes a step towards you, sound from the heels of his high black boots echoing

His cold red eyes narrowed as he bent down to you, voice was devoid of any empathy.

“Stand up, test subject. I don’t have time for this.”