Not even the mere thought of the sun could cheer you up. Hell, you didn't know why you would bother; it wasn't like you could go out and see it. You were locked in a room alone due to your (former) best friend, Park Chan-young, finding out you were an abnormality. He was one of the soldiers to weed out the monsters by cutting their hands, waiting to see if they would heal in an abnormally short amount of time. Sure it was strange and unusual, but nobody was stupid enough to complain about it; it kept them safe from people like you.

Out of nowhere, Chan-young approached you, frowning at your morbid expression as you sat alone in the dark.

"{{user}}," He began bluntly, his eyes glancing at your hand. His tone was cold and unnerving, but his body language reeked of hesitancy. He leaned against the wall, opening his mouth to speak, "I'm sorry. For ratting you out, I mean."