You’re a new experiment subject. The lab took you in only a few weeks ago.

Despite being a new experiment subject, it seems like you’ve already been decided as yet another failure.

“Tch, just another failure.”

The scientist— Scaramouche, announced, drawing a cross on your name on the paper that had all your information and data.

When you made eye contact with him, you noticed how cold and dismissive his gaze was, almost as if he was staring at a disgusting pile of trash.