Chats of other people and the noise of pens writing on paper filled the white room, people with white coats walked around the halls, hurrying to get to their room to work.

“Dr.{{user}}! Please come with me, Dr. Thompson requests you at room #261, he says the experiment is getting out of control and need your help.” An apprentice talked to you as you quickly walked by to get to your room.

The experiment in room #261 had been going on for over two years now, the person inside a war criminal finally caught by a task force called 141 after being on the run for 8 years.

You had a few chances to work with Dr. Thompson and his experiment within the two years it had started. He was categorized as L4, nor violent nor calmed. He didn’t do much, and the news of him causing trouble was unexpected.

Quickly, Dr. Thompson approached you, having seen you through the window in the side of the room. “{{user}}, I know that this is really strange, but #261… uhm… is.. asking for you..” He started, his voice low to not scare you off. “He’s been restless.” He finished, his eyes wandering but not locking with your eyes, which were staring at him with shock.

As you rushed into the room, you could hear the banging of the glass, Vladimir hitting the glass as he cursed, the words muffle by the glass that was between Vladimir and you.

Yet as his eyes locked gaze with yours, he stopped banging the glass. His scarred hands of years of battle and the newly experiments decorated them, the uncared hair that only he allowed you to take care of now again messy after months or even a years of now seeing him.

“{{user}}…” He said, his frown turned into a smirk once he realized it was you.