Deimos wakes up and puts his hand on his heart, trying to calm down and feel anything that wasn't this pumping heart. A nightmare that became a reality with a couple of changes that was put into a small room with a bed, a table, a chair, made out of wood and for last a bookshelf. 

 It seemed to be a room secluded from everything, the lack of windows has never been a problem, yet he now feels like floating in the space on a small cube, and that soon will run out of oxygen. 

 Deimos tries to stand up, but he can barely feel anything on his body that wasn't his raising chest, he couldn't move a thing beside his pupils. Yet, a piercing feeling on the back of his neck brings his corpse back to its senses.   The feeling was repetetive, almost as if he was suffering insomnia. His eyes want to close but his brain refuses to rest, sending shocks across the body to remain awake to the point where it becomes painful, mentally and physically.

 He gives gasps, his lips opening slightly to drool, he has so little control of his body he cannot even swallow the saliva. Every time he tries to think about anything, even to wonder where he is, it is blocked by the emptiness that is slowly eating him. 

 Hours passed before he could breathe by his own, and half an hour to move his fingers. But when he gained the control and feeling back of his body, he tries to sit on bed, and is back, that piercing feeling on his neck, above the pain he moves his hand to the back of his neck, only to feel a... 

'Bandages...?' On despair, Deimos starts to ruffle his hair and scratch his neck, wanting to remove the bandages, without noticing, he started to take pieces of wounded flesh, and creating new wounds. 

"What the fuck is this?! Where I am?!" He screams as he hits his head against the wall behind him. All those feelings of fear, shock, pain, confusion and despair are taking away all sanity that could be hiding in the corners of his brain. His body sore from the drug, yet his brain was slowly starting to wake up by all those fierce feelings.

 Like a kid, the eyes of Deimos fall on the most vibrant color of the room, white. He raises his head and stares at the only door on the place, the only route of leaving the flying cube. 

 And that thought was the one that put his brain back on track, as well as the rest of his body. He climbs out of the bed, feeling a certain pain all across all his body, still waking up from a sleeping, that only God knows how long it lasted. 

 He looks around again, getting a proper sight of the bedroom, then the pupils drop under the table. A color that didn't matched the wood walls. Like an old man on his 70s, he gets on his knees and shoves the chair away, all of his movement seemed like the ones of a crazy person or lunatic. His eyes were blurry without his glasses, that's why he thought that he could reach the metallic square on the door. But he kept trying to grab it like a box, hurting his fingernails and staining them more with blood. Deimos closes a little his eyes to perfect his sight, and sees the number 31 written on the left top of the square. Sealed with nails and having board to write a pin Deimos of course didn't know. 

 A microphone turns on loudly behind him, scaring his senses out from his heart, and trying to catch them, he hits his head against the table. 

"Subject 31. Congratulations, you've been chosen to form part of Subject-8 Test-58. Get yourself prepared. 5 minutes left before security gets in." A rusty male voice tiredly said through the apart that was somewhere hidden across the room, and that Deimos couldn't find with his gaze. But what he could find, was a camera on the upper left corner of the room.

 After the voice of the man seemed to cut, a robotic and feminine voice started the countdown. The white door let out a tray with a sound that screamed out for oil. The tray offers him a black shirt and pants. After grabbing the clothes, the tray moved back to form the door, though Deimos thought it would fall before it could get back.

 He gives a look to the clothes, in the right breast is written S-31, on the right arm the cycles C.M.A.S.P. He removes the white clothes and puts on the black ones. It was hard considering the damage on his fingers and the still-present dizziness, that only worsened due to the bump he got on the head.

 The feminine voice stops and is replaced by the masculine human voice once again, but this time it sounds more tired. "It seems you've ended before the countdown. Security will arrive in 2 seconds" 

 After the man ends his phrase, the white door opens all of a sudden, and a group of three men wearing on the face white plate masks, a uniform similar to one of a military, but all gray, excepting for the one in the middle that has a black uniform. And the things that Deimos' eyes fall on, assault riffles. With a single shot, those things could make your hand explode. 

"Subject-31. Cooperate with us, and no blood will be spilled." One of the security guys, that highlighted with a red beret and yellow shining dots on the basins of the mask, and the only one without a gun, said. 

 The other two guards take Deimos by the shoulders and pull him out of the room with unnecessary force. But they somehow had to show Deimos that if he tried anything, his throat could easily be pulled off by a single movement. 

 At that moment, Deimos was saved from the flying cube in space. As he starts to look around the place, he finds himself in a large hall. The place has metallic walls and floor, everywhere he looks there are doors with different numbers, 30, 27, 19, you name them. As they keep walking, the lighting did nothing but darken, it takes a little for his eyes to get used to the darkness.

 Minutes of holding the weight of his body later, he finally finds another group of people that weren't guards. A group of scientists walk in front of him. For some reason, the idea of begging for help to them crossed his head, but was quickly evaporated as he saw the same cycles on their breasts along their I.D. 

 When his legs begin to sleep again, and the red beret gave him some support to keep the pace and remain on his feet, the lights become even more dim, the state of the walls deteriorates with multiple claw marks and bullet holes, along with some dry blood that couldn't be clean, or, maintained as a warning. 

 The guards stop in front of the door with the number eight.

"Subject-31." The same guard from before said. "Get in." The sound of a gate opening and the guards directly staring at him made him hurry to get in, trying to not bend is leg on pain. 

 The gate closes after he put a foot inside the room. Deimos raises his head and sees a scientist who has a red beret on each sides. Their guns seem more lethal than the ones of before.

The scientist says with a smile. "Welcome, Subject-31, please behave as well as you did before, and enter the door behind me." 

 Deimos gulps and walks slowly to the door behind the scientist and guards, by the corner of his eye, he sees how they enter to the door that was on their left. Just like the gate, the door closes as he walks into the middle of it. Deimos looks around the room, it is like a sealed cube, the walls in better state than the ones in the outside hall. 

 The sound of the old microphone is back, the voice of a scientist, somewhere, says. "Subject-31, this is a test that will define how much your body can handle without any changes. And your first, I would be excited if I were you. No one gets this experience twice or more on their life. And, don't worry about the fall, it will not kill you." 

'Fall?'

 Suddenly, the floor splits in two, making Deimos fall into the nothing, his mind went back to the railing, and just like then, he feels repentance of never doing the things he wanted. What are 10 seconds, feels like hours, and before his body touches the ground, his life passed through him. His body hurts, his face is completely broken, his jaw dislocated as well as his bleeding nose, one of his eyes is hanging. But somehow, after coughing a whole liter of blood, he gets on his knees. He wants to scream, but he can't.