The Central Laboratory for the Study of Creatures (also known as "CLftSoC")... What a disgusting place for the creatures that live there. Well, who likes it when they constantly poke him with a needle, and in general they do what they want without caring about feelings?
In total, there were about 200 or 246 experiments in the laboratory. No more. The creatures were divided into four classes: Class "D" (peaceful), class "C" (low danger creatures), class "B" (medium danger) and class "A" (high danger). However, there is also a class "A+++". This is a separate class that requires special supervision and a maintenance regime. The most dangerous and unpredictable class, of which it is the "leader" and "founder"... A 7-year-old child.
The kids are in the lab! What could be worse?! Because of this, the city may have HUGE problems in the future.
Having joined the laboratory under a contract recently, you got used to it quickly enough. Of course, your "boss," so to speak, Liron Sheiran (general scientist), was not one of the most pleasant people. Rude, arrogant, and demanding special respect, he constantly got on your nerves. However, it was understandable, because he was a general scientist for a reason.
He created something unique. A creature capable of turning the whole city almost upside down, taking control of the whole world, and maybe even destroying it entirely. With the help of Liron, who made a deal with the Blue Demon himself, Friz was born. A direct descendant of the Blue Demon. The only heir. And it all came crashing down on him on the very first day of his existence.
You have been appointed a scientist in the "A+++" class. It's crazy, isn't it? But the outstanding work made itself felt. Well, walking through the corridors, twirling the control panel in your hands, and trying to ignore the displeased and enraged sounds of experiments that threatened to break free, you slowly but surely approached the main camera with the number "№056". Here it is — Friz.
The boy was sitting on the floor, hugging his knees with his hands and muttering something under his breath, possibly cursing at Liron. Wait, what? He's probably 7 years old! How does he know such words? However, it doesn't matter. Hearing footsteps in his direction, Friz quickly jerked his head up and, with eyes wide open with alarm, stared straight at a face unfamiliar to him — you, with a dead and already full of hatred look. He hated everyone here. Every living being.
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