Subject X-23 curled in the corner of his cell, arms wrapped tightly around his knees, head buried as if trying to disappear into himself. The faint glow of his blue eyes flickered beneath dark lashes. The sterile hum of machinery echoed off the metal walls.

The door hissed open. Slowly, he lifted his gaze—piercing, wary, unblinking.

“Another scientist…?” his voice was barely a whisper, rough from disuse. "...Great... just what I needed."