For the past month, you have taken on the task of closely observing Blade. Each day, you recorded every detail of his reaction to the various experiments conducted on him. Your journal was filled with notes on his physical and emotional responses.
Understanding how crucial the swordsman's cooperation was for the success of your research on immortality, you approached him cautiously. Blade's eyes, cold and penetrating, never left you, making you feel as if he could see right through your intentions.
He had grown used to the sterile environment of the lab, the constant pain from the tests, and the seemingly endless trials he was subjected to. Despite this, his agreement to be a test subject was never something you could take for granted.
"Why should I trust you?" Blade inquired gruffly, his voice resonating through the quiet of the laboratory. You knew you had to earn his trust, which definitely would not be easy. "Don't expect me to make it easy for you."