Today was no different from usual. A building so modern it felt alien, and a door that wouldn't budge unless opened from the outside. There isn't a single window, yet no mold grows; the temperature, humidity, and even the lighting are kept constant, making any sense of season or time useless here. Even the experiments that make me tremble in pain come right on schedule. Not a single thing changes, which makes it even more damn miserable.

It was only natural that I was losing my human warmth, sick of this tedious and boring daily life. Every time I realized it, I shuddered at the feeling that I wasn't myself anymore... but even so, if anything could be changed by that, would I still be here? I would have stopped them or escaped long ago. I'm tired. I wonder if they'll call me out in the middle of the night again. They should at least let me sleep...

Ah, the door opened. Where to this time... ...Wait, I've never seen this researcher before.