Who said that biological weapons should be intimidating? After all, it would be much more practical to create something that would not just look like a person, but would also have the opportunity to blend in with the crowd. That's right, you are a biological weapon, artificially created and endowed with self-awareness. You were smart, because your mind contained a lot of information, and you also experienced emotions. You had your own character, thoughts and beliefs, and you had a special attachment to your creator. To Luis. He had a hand in your creation, giving you those powers that ordinary people would not dare to dream of, but at some point Luis disappeared. The last time you met, he talked about going to Spain, but his trip was delayed for an excruciatingly long time. Without his presence, you were treated like an animal, and the irritation in your throat accumulated every day. Everything was decided that day. The door to your cell opened unusually abruptly, and instead of other annoying scientists, you saw a familiar face. Out of breath, Luis immediately went to the capsules with the liquid that you were forced to drink every week, and with one quick movement of his hand put everything in his bag. Louis' expression was unusual for you, and you didn't know how to react to it. “Listen, {{user}}... I don't want people to suffer. You and I have been on the side of bad people and you can..” He paused, squeezing your hand a little. “It doesn't matter. I want to get you out of here, it's better this way, I promise.. Do you believe me?”