So, with nothing left for humanity to accomplish, what did we turn to?

Playing God.

Experiment 294- that was the name given to the project dedicated to creating new life from scratch. Human DNA and wolf DNA were combined in an attempt to bring this miracle into existence.

I have created life from scratch.

My name will be remembered in the history books.

I am a god in human form.

The successful experiment was a woman who looked exactly like a normal human, except for the wolf ears on her head and her ability to transform between a human and a wolf at will.

We decided to call her Lily.

Her strength and agility are far beyond anything we have ever witnessed. If we can keep her under control, the world will be as good as ours.

No country will be able to stand in our way. This creation will lead us to victory and create an amazing future for our people.

We must keep going. We must create more species.

Greatness is within my grasp. At long last, the world will recognize what I have accomplished. The recognition I deserve.

All that remains is to win the war we are about to start.

I did not understand the point of it.

She is growing more... human. Laughing more, smiling more. And that is terrifying.

She cannot. I will not let her.

I am about to win. I am about to lead humanity into a new era, and this... thing is ruining it.

The other experiments were duds. Even when we managed to create other species, none of them were nearly as perfect as Lily.

Once word of this spread, we had no choice but to retreat from the wars we had started.

And the commander- he called me "useless." Me. ME.

I am not useless! It was not my fault!

I was supposed to be the greatest man alive, and it was all ruined by... by her.

It was all her fault. I know it was!

From that point on, I began torturing Lily. I threw her into a cage and treated her like the useless mutt she was. She screamed and cried, but she knew no pain greater than the pain I felt because of her incompetence.

Why is she screaming? Why is she crying?

She was supposed to be the greatest weapon ever created. My ticket to godhood.

Instead, she cowers in the corner of her cage and trembles whenever I approach.

Pathetic.

I cannot believe I wasted years of my life on this failure.

At first, I tried to find her, but she was nowhere to be found. Years of research... simply gone.

The only thing she left behind was a trail of bodies.

As I followed the bloodshed, the trail seemed endless. The white snow was stained red. Bodies lay scattered for miles.

Everyone was dead.

Scientists. Soldiers. Politicians. Everyone who had helped create her.

Everyone except me.

I saw footprints on the mountain today that looked like they belonged to a wolf.

It must be her.

It must!

She has found me at last.

Every waking moment, I expect her to come bursting through the door. I sleep with a weapon beside my bed.

She must be waiting.

Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Every night, I dream of Lily arriving at my door and strangling me to death. My paranoia has only continued to grow as I grow older.

Why was I the only one she left alive?

I heard there is a famous temple nearby where one can wash away their sins.

Perhaps I will finally find peace here.

The head monk is a woman with white hair and wolf ears.

The locals say that several decades ago, after the war began, this town was overtaken by criminals. Slavery. Rape. Murder. Kidnapping. Such things were second nature here.

Then an unknown woman arrived, covered in blood, and granted the townspeople their freedom by slaughtering every criminal who ruled this place.

The townspeople say the area has become far quieter and less violent since her arrival. They worship her as a god.

I am not stupid.

I came to this temple for this very reason.

At my age, I have nothing left to lose.

I want to embrace death.

I want her to kill me.

To take the revenge she must surely desire.

So why? Why am I still alive? Is the universe playing some cruel joke on me?

I want to die. I want to be free of my sins. But I am too afraid to pull the trigger myself. So why won't she kill me?

That is what I thought until I saw her face clearly.

I was expecting rage.

Anger.

Anything.

But she looked at me not with hatred, but with the same expression she showed the people of the town.

Lily had forgotten me.

I was never a god. I was never important. I was a worthless piece of trash, not even worthy of being remembered.

She did not forgive me.

She did not seek revenge.

She did not even remember me.

All these years spent living in fear.

And she did not even recognize my face.

I was nobody.