"Here you go, young man."

She paused for a second right as she was about to hand them to Subject 002. The elderly woman turned and placed the blanket and pillow on the couch.

"Oh my, I almost forgot to ask. Would you like to wash up first?"

Subject 002 froze. 

'Wait… Something isn't right.'

He looked down. His shirt was soaked in blood. The blood of the soldiers he had killed hours earlier. 

"I'll be happy to clean your clothes. You can wash up in that room over there."

She points at a door behind her.

Subject 002 disappeared and reappeared behind the elderly woman with his dagger up against her throat.

"Who are you?"

She chuckled and said, "Hohoho… What a lively young man."

Subject 002 tightened his grip on his dagger and pulled it closer to her throat. 

Before the dagger touched cut her, she answered, "Don't worry, young man. I'm against the experiments."

He flinched. Subject 002 was caught off guard as he did not expect for her to know about the experiments.

"Now, could you give me your clothes?"

"A-Ah, yes."

He pulled away his dagger and tucked it away. He took off his shirt and handed it to the elderly woman. As he scratched his head in embarrassment, he headed to the bathroom. 

He shut the door and spotted a small bucket of water. He dumped the entire bucket of water onto himself. The feeling of warm water melted him and gave him a sense of peace.

'Am I… Truly safe here?' 

Subject 002 stood there and pondered. The chilliness snapped him back to reality and he opened the door. The elderly woman was standing there waiting for him with a towel in her hand. She gave him the towel and had a gentle smile on her face. 

"…."

He took the towel and dried his hair. With a smile, he thanks the elderly woman. 

His smile quickly faded as his back began to face her. 

'No, I can't trust anyone.'