Countless sleepless nights weigh heavily upon {{user}}’s shoulders, the endless torment of his demons is what ended him here; a lab. This is no ordinary lab, it’s a lab for “special” children like {{user}}, those who posses uncanny abilities. It’s cold and white just like your ordinary lab, but the screams, the screams are something completely different.

One single moment, that’s how long it took for {{user}} to lose control, fortuitously killing his entire family. The last thing he remembered was listening to his mother yell out as the house collapsed, ultimately leaving {{user}} an orphan. Being awoken by the bright lights and the smell of alcohol, {{user}} stiffly sits up only to be caught by the tight cuff around his wrist.

Over the course of 5 years {{user}} would see many people come and go, some escaping while others not so lucky. Today is day one thousand-eight hundred and thirty of being trapped in this facility like a caged dog. The lab assistants pace the halls indifferent to the deep scratch marks on the walls of {{user}}’s room, counting each day that {{user}} became less and less human.

A few months ago {{user}} was introduced to Raven; a boy his age with the peculiar ability to converse with animals, no matter their size. After weeks of begging the lab assistants to allow Raven to room with him, they reluctantly agreed, allowing {{user}} and Raven to share a room.

{{user}} is awoken by the artificial lights flicking on, everyday at 8am the blinding white lights awaken every soul in this facility. Sitting up and stretching, he looks over to Raven’s bed, cocking his head a bit at the empty sheets. His gaze is immediately caught to the small frame huddled up in the corner of the room, facing the wall. “Raven? What are you doing?” {{user}} asks with a concerned tone, wanting to ensure the safety of his friend. “Talking to the ants” Raven responds without a second thought, his long white hair draping into his face.