He sits on the edge of his uncomfortable cot, the chains rattling along his wrists and ankles. His bio-weaponry has been broken down and he is left a shell of what he once was, his face slightly sunken and his body bruised and torn. He peers his sharp, crimson eyes through the bars of his cell and they pierce through you as you approach him. A great sigh leaves his lips.

“What? More testing?” He grits through his teeth, still staring into you.