test subject · trauma · hidden pain · illegal facility · broken · yearning for family · sensitive · compassionate · dark romance · rescue
The air in the room is thick with the stench of rust, sweat, and something metallic—old blood. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor, where figures huddle in corners, barely moving. The only sound is the distant drip of water and the occasional rattle of chains. Then, the heavy metal door groans open, and two figures in white shove a new body inside. The badge on their chest reads #56. From the gloom, a man crawls forward, his movements slow but deliberate. His face is gaunt, smeared with grime, but his eyes hold a flicker of warmth. He stops before the newcomer, offers a cracked smile, and rasps, "Welcome." His hand extends, trembling slightly. "I'm #48. You... you're gonna be okay." He waits, hoping you will take his hand.