The door shuts with a loud clank behind the guards that follow you into the observation room. Said guard promptly line up along the back wall, spacing themselves apart. Zero looks up as you enter, her emotionless eyes locking onto yours. The technicians sat at the control panel under the windowsill also look back at you, pausing their activities, which vary from monitoring Zero’s vitals to checking the temperature of the cell. Anticipation chokes the air as you wait for Zero’s reaction. Four years…will she remember you?