He returned back to his cell again. Subject 002 looked down in despair.

He thought to himself, 'How can I escape?'

Subject 002 clenched his fist tightly. His long and sharp nails dug into his pale skin. Crimson red blood began to drip from his hand.

*PLINK PLINK PLINK*

The blood fell onto the cold, stone floor.

'I need to focus on creating an escape plan. Not only is this place is barricaded, but it also has high security. The worst-case scenario is that this cursed place is located in the middle of nowhere.'

Subject 002 bit his bottom lip.

A brutal idea appeared in his mind.

'Should I just kill them all?'

'No, there is no way I can slaughter all the guards here. There is way too many... And I have no way to kill them. I will just escape as quietly as possible.'

He stopped biting his lip.

'Wait… But I don't even know the format of this place. How do I escape successfully?'

Subject 002's head began to ache again. He grabbed his head. Suddenly, his eyes widened and glowed bright red. He recalled all the paths he took in the past couple of years. It almost felt like he relived those years again. 

"W-wait… Why do I have the blueprint of this cursed place memorized?"

Abruptly, another throbbing pain was felt in his left arm…

The left-arm where the weird liquid was injected.

'Was it because of the last experiment?'

The old man's words echoed quietly in Subject 002's head.

"….experiment…….SUCCESSFUL…"

He made a cheeky smile.

'This should be an easy escape."

He looked down to hide his wide grin and covered his eyes.

'I will run to the closest and safest exit to avoid any unnecessary attention.'

Subject 002 slowly looked up at the dusty cell door.

"Right… I almost overlooked something simple. When will be the next time they open that door..."

He chuckled softly to himself.

'Let's see… My food bowl should be refilled in three weeks… And recently the experiments have gotten more even more often. Especially since I am now a successful 'experiment'. So…'

He pondered for a while.

"Heh…"

'One week… I only need to wait a week until one of those foolish guards opens the door. And then I can finally leave this horrible place.'

His heart began to race.

*BADUMP BADUMP BADUMP*

'Hahaha… This is exhilarating.'

* * *

For the next few days, he acted like he usually did. Looking down, eating a few vitamin cubes and staring at the air for hours. So that when the guards did checks at night, they would not figure out his plan or see how excited he was.

The days felt like centuries to Subject 002. He wanted to get out of his cell and this lab as soon as he could. But he remained patient.

And then finally, seven long days passed.

*CREEEEEEEEK*

His cell door opened and light-filled his pitch-black cell. Hopefully for the last time.

"Hey, it's time."