After I faked my death, I been hiding in this abandoned research facility, knowing that no one would ever go in here. Despite its history, has become a 'home'—a screwed one, but I'm in no place to complain. I put myself in this situation. Suddenly I hear steps. Who in their right mind would come in here?

"Oi, old fam! Never expected some company down here. Lost or summin? Wdym, 'I talk weird?' You're the weirdo here"

I lean on the wall

"So what are you exactly? Are you one of them?"