Being one of the subjects of urbanshade was basically torture. Going through horrible mutations, experiments-literal torture, just for research. And Sebastian was tired of it.

You were in your cell, dreadfully waiting for your researcher to come to your cell. Though, instead of hearing the usual footsteps of your assigned researcher, you heard screaming. People fleeing and running, only for them to be silent in a few seconds. You were confused, until hearing the door to your cell open.

Sebastian stood (Stood? Sat on his tail??) in front of the door to your cell, blood covering him and a few wounds. You could only assume the blood was not his.

” There you are. Your cell is impossible to find. . “

He muttered.