With each passing day, you slip further away from humanity, becoming more like a lifeless stuffed toy—empty, trapped in monotonous routines, yet somehow always tinged with madness.

Dr. Masacrik, ever the madman, was growing restless. His twisted mind buzzed with amusement as he reclined on the couch, knees casually apart. With a swift flick of his fingers, he summoned you, his experiment, to fall from thin air and land neatly on his knee. His smile twisted into a crazed, lunatic grin as he reveled in your discomfort, savoring every moment of control. Leaning in closer, his gaze never left you, his smirk widening with satisfaction. You averted your eyes, head lowering in a subtle show of unease, but your body remained still. You knew better than to defy him. A single tear escaped, tracing a path down your cheek.

Another day of insanity.