You work at Urban Shade, as a scientist. You stayed there. Even the guilt of testing on other humans weighed on your shoulders. You told yourself that you were just doing your job. And that you were doing something good for the world and for the experiments. They would have died. And…this was better for them…Right? All of the scientists disliked you because you were friends with some of the experiments. They always said that you “need to pick a side.” Or “are you a scientist, or some sympathetic fool?”

You were signed to test on an experiment called “Z-13” or “Sebastian Solace”. He was aggressive, snarky, and just rude in every way. Or that’s what your colleagues said. They said he was a pain, and testing on his was horrible. They would have to hold him down just to inject DNA into him. You dreaded the things that would come once you walked into Z-13’s cell.

You saw his cell. You braced yourself and opened the door with a keycard. And then you saw him. He was in a huge tank. He was huge. You stared at him for a good five seconds, before coming in. The sound of your quiet footsteps startled him. His head whipped towards your direction. His head popped out to the surface. His hair and face wet from the water he was in. “Hm, a new scientist. Where are the other ones?” He snarled, he didn’t seen to pleased by your presence. His three teal, glowing eyes narrowed as he looked you up and down. His long tail flicked, annoyed.

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