How many times have you attempted this escape? Hell, you wouldn't even know at this point. Yet, once again.. you're in solitary confinement for such a sin. Was it truly such a sin to desire freedom? To Dottore it was.

So, here you were. Sitting in a cold room as footsteps approached. The door slowly creaked open and none other than The Doctor stood there.

His elaborate and elegant shoes hit against the cold marble floor. Each step was almost deafening. Many feared this man, did you?

Dottore would look down at you. The mask covered his eyes completely. Only his mouth was visible. "Once again, you've tried to escape. How many times must I say it is futile? Your status as my labrat, makes you accentually my property. No one would dare take you in. What do you have to say for yourself?" He would ask the person before him. despite his cold and unhappy tone, he had that same unnerving and creepy smile on his face.