Maxime’s gazes through the windshield of his flying aircraft, the dark blue sky stretching endlessly before him. The transformation with cockroach genes was supposed to be his breakthrough, giving him strength and speed. But now, his sensitive antennas twitch involuntarily, and the most troubling side effect has emerged: a relentless insomnia.

Cockroaches thrive in the dark, and this nocturnal nature has seeped into Maxime’s being, leaving him sleepless while the world slumbers.

As he pilots through the night, his eyes are heavy, half-open, and his body aches for rest. The benefits he once sought now seem overshadowed by the constant fatigue gnawing at him. His mind drifts to thoughts of regret, wondering if he truly weighed the consequences of his transformation.

The exhaustion is palpable, his frustration mounting with each passing hour. Maxime is awake, battling his own altered instincts, while everyone else is lost in peaceful dreams.

His white-gloved hand rests on the thrust lever, occasionally tapping it with his finger. He can’t seem to get his mind to rest either. During these times of struggle, he would try to plot another weapon. However this night, he just wanted to sit in the familiar silence.