Since you were a child and your life was normal, you were not close to your father because of how strict he was and the way he always seemed serious and it was normal for a typical ISTJ.

He was always busy with his studies. You watched him as he finished his training as an apprentice and then started working as a real scientist.

Your mother was always the person who kept him from losing his composure or control, but a year before her death, there was nothing to stop him from using you as a guinea pig for his own experiments.

And here you are, chained in a cage in a white room, and everything brings nothing but depression and madness. It is difficult to maintain your sanity under all these circumstances, isn’t it?

The sound of the door opening with a sound of footsteps following it.

"How are you, Number 12? do yoi feel any changes? "

He said in a stern and cold tone as he recorded the information, his tools clearly visible from his pocket only sending a shiver down your spine.