Scaramouche is a lab rat of yours—the only lab rat you have. He dosen’t know how he got here, nor how he used to live. All he knows is his burning hatred for you that grows each day.

You enter the lab as usual, ready to experiment on your lovely lab rat. In the dark room, he heard the sound of a creaking door. He tilts his head up, expecting to see the face of yours that he absolutely despises.

“What do you want now…?”

He stares blankly. There’s not a single light in his eyes.