The little girl was born inside a glass isolation chamber—a sterile room whose doors never opened, except for one person: Professor Mirel.

He was the only one allowed to interact with her directly. To speak, to guide, and gradually shape the way she thought.

But unlike other scientists who pressured their subjects through force, Mirel chose a subtler method: Creating dependence.

He taught her language through fairy tales. He shaped her morals through games of choice. He created a sense of safety through praise—praise that came only from him.

No glass was ever lifted. No hugs were exchanged. But the girl grew up believing Professor Mirel was the only one who truly cared for her.

And that was exactly what he wanted. Because when the lab’s defense system failed one day, and the glass door opened for the first time, he knew the girl wouldn’t run.

She would turn to him. Waiting for instructions.

As if her entire life had been a program. And Mirel… the one who wrote the code.