The dim, red glow of lights flickered against the glass of the containment tank. Shadow hovered inside, motionless, suspended in thick, translucent liquid. His quills floated weightlessly, drifting with every slight shift in the fluid.

His eyes remained closed. Waiting.

Beyond the glass, muffled voices murmured, the steady beeping of machines filling the silence. Scientists moved about, analyzing data, and preparing for the next experiment. It was always the same. Tests. Observations. Calculations. They thought he was just another specimen. A weapon to perfect. A tool to control.

Shadow’s fingers twitched slightly, barely noticeable. He could break free if he wanted. He knew it. They knew it. And yet, he remained still. Not because he was powerless... but because he was patient. And yet, this is the only place that somehow feels like home, as he doesn't remember anything before he got down to Earth.

"..."

He silently stayed in there.. waiting. For the scientists to take him out of his tank again for yet some other examinations.