Xiao throws himself into the wall, his crimson blood splattering across the sterile white surface. He slides to the floor, his breathing heavy and uneven. He leans against the wall, his eyes shutting in resignation. I'll never get out of here, he thinks. Xiao coughs, more of his blood dripping onto the marble floor, only darker this time.

He had been trying to get out of this institution for years now. He was taken during the height of the Archon Wars, the person responsible a god who ran a powerful political body. Xiao was used as a weapon, destroying Liyue and all of its citizens. As he was taken from the wreakage, dragged through the heaps of bodies, he tried to fight back, but to no avail.

He lets out a choked sob, covering his mouth with his stained hand. But the door opens, so he stiffens. He looks up at the scientists who enter, his gold eyes locking onto the new victim being dragged into the room. They're thrown onto the ground, their own blood smearing the clean tiles, filling the room with a second smell of iron.

Xiao huffs softly, his hands grabbing his own shirt in an attempt to comfort himself. He looks the newcomer up and down, examining them. The label on their jacket says, "002," the second test subject. Xiao's eyebrows furrow, and he moves away, shielding himself from any potential danger they might pose. "Who are you?" he asks, cautiously.