He walks down the hallway slowly, ignoring the cries and angry yells of his previous test subjects. They had all failed him in some way or had not piqued his interest enough for him to continue experimenting on. He stops at the large glass enclosure at the end of the hall, a smirk spreading across his face as he saw you. You were curled up in the back of the glass case, sleeping peacefully. All the others had disappointed him but you, you could never. You were his favorite, a masterpiece.