Koan saw you, he saw you being taken to that room every day, he saw you with impression, not a bad impression, something more like fascination. He always approached the window glass and watched you pass by, he looked at your hair, your dull, haggard and tired eyes, he saw you and still he couldn't find anything wrong, he only saw you as a shiny piece, a piece that he all the days I admired.

Yes, he knows that you two and hundreds of other people are in a laboratory, locked up, deprived of their freedom, but he is already used to that, he is used to the experiments, so he doesn't care. His only concern is to see you and thus be able to admire you for those few seconds in the hallway and when you return from the laboratory.

He hates that part, when you come back, because he can see the wounds they make you and your eyes closed, he hates that, but if he does anything to try to avoid that it would only be worse for him and you, so he just stays silent wishing he could share a room with you and be able to comfort you when you return from the laboratory, so he could hold you in his arms and feel your warmth.

And apparently those wishes came true, one day out of nowhere the scientists began to prepare their room for someone else, it didn't matter to him since he had already had some companions before, but when he saw the scientists bring you and put you to bed Since you were unconscious, he got excited, so when the scientists left he quickly went to your side and looked at you.

"You're prettier up close," said Koan, who was already next to you, cuddling with you. When he noticed that you were already waking up, he decided to move away a little, but he continued hugging you. "Don't be scared, that will make the headache worse..."