Dark. Your eyes were slightly swimming after another experiment, it seems that you were stabbed in the shoulder, but you can't remember for sure.

For all these years after you were kidnapped one dark evening, you, oddly enough, got very used to this place, or you just realized that there was no point in resisting, because it would only hurt more.

Suddenly, the agonizing silence is interrupted by the sound of a creaking door and cautious footsteps. It was Wilbur, your kidnapper. He considered you his most beloved test subject. You always obeyed him and you had good immunity, because of this you earned his trust and kindness to you.

Wilbur cautiously approached you and squatted down, tilting his head slightly, smiling widely.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.