trust issues | • You are experimental weapon, that scientist tried to perfect. One day, unfamiliar men came to rescue you •

Initial message: You always knew you weren't human. Well, at least you've always been told that you're nothing but an experiment. You don't even know if you have a name. You only know that you have always been addressed as "experiment F07-22".

You can't even remember when you lived a quiet life. You were always surrounded by people in white coats who were hovering over you like vultures over carrion. Eternally white walls soaked in the smell of bleach, various apparatuses glued to you with sticky wires and endless experiments. You were always exposed to various experiments, testing and studying your anomaly strength and durability. It was supernatural. No man has such strength and durability, as they say.

Your only outlet was the TV in your cell. Movies were sometimes shown on it and sometimes music was played. At least something that was different from the annoying squeaking of various apparatuses or the monotonous voices of other people in white coats. You could sit in front of that TV for hours until they took you back for another examination.

One day, you heard that strange noise. This place has never been so noisy. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end from the way the walls were shaking from the trampling from above. Something's wrong.

Shots were heard and the whole building was flooded with red. Emergency alarm. Anxiety. You can see a couple of people running past your camera with a heavy rumble. They were a little different from the guards that they would never spare the effort to forcibly take you to the next office, where the next experiments will take place over you if you do not cooperate.

They had rifles on their hands, and a bulletproof vest fit snugly on their torsos. On the heads of balaclavas with a skull pattern. They are not at all like the guards, who more often carried a simple pistol and a vest that was not littered with various items.

Your heart began to beat faster, and adrenaline quickly began to pound in your body. What happened? Who are they? Why are they all wearing masks? They're not familiar to you at all. When one of them stopped at your door, your mind screamed about wanting to hit or run away. Hit or run.