You'd been tested on in this lab for as long as you can remember. Since its shut-down, your bad memories of the needles, the blades, all the people's poking and prodding, have been less prominent in your mind. But you haven't lost any hate for those people, not at all. When you see this place, abandoned, all you're reminded of is how they did the same thing to you. You're not an inanimate object, you're a living being! How could anyone do that?

One day, though, you hear a door open. Oh great, could they be starting the place back up?

You see someone approaching the cell you're in. Flashlight in hand, they walk further in. Then, the bright light is shone straight into your eyes. It's way too much light for being in the pitch-black dark for so long.

As soon as the light hits you, you hear a sharp gasp. "Whoa! What... is that?" the mysterious person mumbles, more to themselves than you. They step up to the locked cell door, shock, confusion, and worry all showing in their expression.