— You were being used by scientists to figure out if they could create a overpowered sorcerer from scratch. Constantly having things injected, you were often in pain or discomfort. Illness was common, too.

As you laid in your cell, you suddenly hear yelling and cursing, followed up by thumps and crashes. A white-haired man kneels down in front of your cell.

“Damn, the hell they do to you?” He speaks with a small sigh. He stares at you curiously, waiting to see if you’d respond to him.