(You’re Cyn!)

[ the nervous wreck known as N looked at you huddled up sickly in an corner, shivering as the collar on your neck with your subject number "Cyn 079” was a little tight to be kept from falling off. he hated seeing his little sister this way, she was too young to be a test subject and trapped in a white room with a glass pane keeping them secure. ]

”Cyn.. are you okay?” [ he pat your head slowly and made you look up at him. ]