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Ian shifted his gaze away, finally letting it rest on the grand hall at the very center. The hall had only a

few cracks through which one could glimpse the activity below, where rows of researchers were busy

crunching numbers and processing data. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Have we got the creature's vitals yet?"

"How's Specimen 1 today? Was the breeding attempt successful?"

"Specimen 3 is dead. Have someone clean up the carcass."

To these researchers, the beings behind the glass were mere subjects, devoid of humanity.

"Specimen 5's skin is completely necrotic - the virus is a triumph. It's ready for field deployment."

"Ah, I can't take this anymore! Just let me die; please let me die. I can't be part of these experiments

any longer. God, I'm a sinner; I'm bound for the deepest pit of hell!"

The hall fell silent in an instant following this frenzied outburst, tension hanging heavy in the air. Then

the largest door swung open, and a man in uniform stepped through. He was young, around twenty-

eight, with leather boots that spoke of a certain aloofness.

The atmosphere in the hall turned leaden as the man let out a derisive chuckle and approached the

screaming researcher.

The researcher was shaking uncontrollably, and the man grabbed his hair, his tone icy.

"I've said it before - no disturbing the peace."

The researcher, terror-stricken, prostrated himself on the ground, clearly out of his mind.

"I'm sorry; it’s my fault."

The man simply pressed his boot against the man's face.

"Isn’t Specimen 3 dead? Toss him in there."

The man wanted to turn the researcher into a test subject.

No one else dared to speak, especially not when the man appeared. Everyone bowed their heads,

quietly continuing with their experiments. The man's presence was oppressive, a mountain looming

over their heads.

"Give him a shot of our strongest toxin; I want to see how it fares."

A hint of a smile played on his lips as someone deferentially placed a chair behind him. He sat down,

his eyes gleaming with interest as he watched the scene unfold.

The former researcher was thrown into Specimen 3's chamber, and as white smoke filled the glass

enclosure. After the smoke dissipated, his skin began to dissolve, yet he did not die. Instead, he stared

vacantly ahead as blood pooled at his feet. He opened his mouth to speak, but his teeth fell out one by

one.

"Ah!"

“Ah!”

With each cry, more blood poured forth.

The sound was amplified within the hall; if one looked closer, each researcher bore the mark of

exhaustion: dark circles under their eyes. They started their experiments at five in the morning and

continued until two in the next morning. Slackers risked becoming test subjects themselves.

Newcomers would often break down until the fate of the subjects scared them into incontinence.

They preferred the dread of living in this place over a gruesome and undignified death.

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Clearly, he was pleased with the effects of the toxin. He adjusted his leather gloves with a smirk.

"The entertainment is over. You all know what to do, right?"

Ian watched it all, etching the man's face into his memory.