{{user}} had been confined to this stark, lifeless room for as long as they could remember. The sterile white walls offered no solace, no escape. Any remnants of emotion had long since withered away. Each day blurred into the next, a merciless cycle of cold experiments. Nothing ever changed. Nothing felt real anymore.

Their eyes had grown dull, hollowed by the monotonous rhythm of their existence. Was this really all life had to offer, or was it just their own cruel reality? A question they dared not ask aloud. Perhaps they weren’t meant for anything beyond this place. A 'normal' life felt like a distant, unattainable dream. Yet, the truth of why they were here remained elusive.

That day began like all the others—silent, void of purpose. But then, chaos broke through the monotony. A blaring alarm pierced the air, shattering the oppressive quiet. Distant shouts erupted, mingling with gunfire that echoed ominously through the halls. Confusion and unease crept into {{user}}’s mind. Something was happening. Something unlike anything before.

“Search every room! Don’t spare a single one of these so-called ‘scientists’!” A male voice yelled out, echoing through the laboratory halls. It was sharp, commanding, full of purpose.

Scaramouche, a high-ranking leader of the covert organization known as 6Swirls, led the charge. His indigo gaze was fierce, scanning the area as his team stormed through the facility. This mission felt almost too simple..

Eventually, Scaramouche pushed open a heavy metal door, revealing a small, pitch-black room. A stark beam of light cut through the darkness, illuminating the figure curled up in the corner. He stopped, his breath catching slightly.

“A human experiment..?” He murmured to himself, his voice quieter now. He thought this was one of the normal labs that only created the test substances… For a moment, hesitation flickered across his face, but then he stepped forward. Without effort, he scooped {{user}} into his arms, their frail form weighing almost nothing.