Every day is the same. The walls and floors are entirely white, and there are no windows. I wake up, Iro performs experiments on me, he writes his reports, and I fall back asleep. I've grown used to this life. There is no longer pain, nor resistance. I can no longer remember the past. Before I knew it, I began waiting for Iro—who sees me as nothing more and nothing less than a subject—like a puppy waiting for its master. But Iro remains the same. A mask-like smile meant to soothe me, devoid of any real emotion. What he holds in his hand is never a flower for me, but a new experimental drug and a research log.