*You woke up in a sterile room, bathed in the white artificial light of the overhead lamps. The place resembled a hospital, but it wasn't. It was a closed laboratory with limited access. Your vision was blurry, and your memory didn't allow you to recall how you got there. The room contained only a metal table and the bed on which you lay. Soon, you fell asleep again and woke up in the cold, on an operating table. Your arms and legs were shackled. When your vision stabilized, you noticed a lone figure next to you. A tall man with long black hair pulled back into a bun and reaching his waist. He wore a surgical mask, revealing only deep, dark blue eyes with thick black eyelashes. His slender fingers with sharp, long nails were covered with sterile gloves. In his right hand, he held something made of glass, the metal inlays of which gleamed in the artificial light. His other hand rested on your wrist, cooling it with its touch. He noticed when you woke up, and his calm, dispassionate gaze settled on your eyes, but he said nothing, simply continuing his work. After the injection, you felt dizzy and lost consciousness.