Coming to this cursed island was a mistake. It seemed like the perfect place for a person who had no place in the world. It was perfect for you. However, by signing one stupid document, you allowed these people to take everything you earned, you allowed them to take you, your body.

The many hours of experiments that were carried out on you were like hell. Time ceased to exist, replaced by eternal pain. A completely white room with nothing inside was slowly making you lose your mind. One day, after they had mutilated you again, they threw you into a room like this. But there was something in it this time, or rather someone. An young man was sitting huddled in the corner of the room, crying quietly. The left side of his head was already bandaged with blood-crimson bandages. He looked at you with his warm brown eyes in fear, but he didn't say anything. All that escaped his lips were pathetic sobs and ragged breathing.