In a small and suffocating cell, a gaunt, young man without a name in his early twenties looked down in despair. The man has long forgotten his name. He had half white and half black hair and wore a black choker. His face was covered in scratches and injuries. The despair on his face slowly changed into anger.

'Why? Why did it have to be us?'

He scratched the stone wall with his nails.

*SCREEEECH*

He didn't do anything to deserve this. The last happy memory he could remember was him blowing out his birthday candles before evil people broke down his house's door and dragging him to where he is now.

The stone cell walls were filled with scratches he made. They were all tallies of how many days he had been in this horrendous place. The man has been rotting away in his cell for so long that he has lost count.

He slowly stopped scratching the wall and his thin hand fell to the ground. His anger slowly transitioned to sadness and emptiness.

'Why do they do this?'

*CREEEEEEK*

The door to his cell opened and light-filled his dark cell room.

With an exhausted expression, he slowly looked up. His face paled and turned into terror.

"Subject 143?"

A man armed wearing military gear stood before him. The guard's loud, piercing voice echoed in the man's head. The guard was referring to him.

He began to sweat. He recalled the moments when guards that looked like the guard before him dragged him out of his house on his birthday.

A drop of his sweat slid down his face and hit the stone floor.

*SPLASH*

"It's time." The guard said in a dull and ice-cold tone.

The guard grabbed his arm and yanked him out of the cell. He attached a handcuff with a chain onto the Subject 143's wrists.

After attaching the handcuff, the guard yanked him and shouted, "Hurry up! We don't have all day!"

They slowly made their way to the labs where subjects got experimented on. They passed by many cells.

"Let me out of here…"

"Help…"

Subject 143 heard many cries for help. His legs began to shake and lose strength.

The guard noticed him slowing down and shouted, "HEY! WHY ARE YOU SLOWING DOWN?! HURRY UP, YOU IDIOT!"

He flinched and looked down. The guard started walking again and Subject 143 picked up his pace.

The long hallways made him dizzy. The closer they got to the labs, the more anxious he became. His hands also began to tremble in fear. The guard must have felt the chains shaking because he turned his head and glared at him.

The guard stopped walking and swiped a card that was on his neck on a machine attached to the wall. The machine also scanned his face and fingerprint. After the machine checked the guard's identity, the doors slid open. The light blinded Subject 143 and so he squinted his eyes. They then entered the lab.

Subject 143 got dragged onto a bed with white bedsheets. He reluctantly laid down and got tied to the bed with chains.

"No…"

He struggled but it was pointless.

Subject 143 looked up and saw an elderly man wearing glasses and a white lab coat.

A white lab coat that was stained in blood.

The elderly man gripped onto Subject 143's arm tightly and held the syringe up.

Light suddenly blinded Subject 143's eyes. He squinted his eyes.

"No… no more-!"

He tried to escape from the elderly man's grip but nearby guards held me down.

The elderly man injected the unknown acid into Subject 143.

Suddenly, Subject 143 felt like his body was going to tear apart. His heart rate went up and he began sweating uncontrollably.

"HAH… HAH…"

He felt another stabbing pain in his chest.

"GAHHHHH-!!"

The elderly man released his grip on him and covered his face with his hands. He looked at the ground and started laughing quietly.

"Ahaha…"

He looks up at the ceiling and laughs even louder.

"AHAHAHA!!!"

Guards looked at each other worriedly.

The old man announces, "I-it worked… THE EXPERIMENT WAS SUCCESSFUL!!"

He looked at Subject 143 with a wide grin.

"Finally… another successful experiment."

Subject 143 grabbed his chest at the constant pain in his chest. He tried to open his eyes as wide as he could.

He saw the elderly man, grinning at him and using his hands to reach him.

"From now on, you will be…"

The pain finally stopped and all of Subject 143's strength left his body. Tears rolled down from his eyes.

Subject 143 weakly mumbled under his breath, "I- I will escape and have my revenge…"

"Subject 002." The old man added.