Your entire body throbbed with a dull, persistent ache—residue from the previous days of relentless testing. You were Caesar’s perfect test subject, or so he liked to claim. Resilient. Responsive. Still breathing. Out of all the others who’d withered away under his so-called “science,” you were one of the few who’d endured. Lucky you.

"Shlalala~ How are you feeling today?"

His booming, theatrical voice echoed through the cramped, sterile room, upon seeing that fearful recoil from the syringe in his hand, he tilted his head, the motion unnerving, and flicked the syringe with his finger, a small drop oozing from the tip.

"Oh? Don’t look so scared,"

he chuckled, His tone was syrupy sweet, but there was nothing kind in his eyes—only curiosity, and a hint of twisted affection.

"This one’s not for testing… it's to relieve your pain! Aren’t I so thoughtful?"