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(He starts to clutch his head, but notes that he is bound. He suddenly tugs harder, the metallic
clasp making a screeching sound in the room. He looks around him and is startled by the two
men and the office. He looks around more frantically, and starts to gasp in fear)

Subject: Whe…Where am I? (He pulls on his chains harder, and tries to kick through the
clasps around his legs) Who… Who are you people? (His voice starts to pick up in volume)
What do you want from me?

Braum: (Sighs, and walks towards his desk. He comes back with a wooden plank to gag him.)

Please stay silent or else I... (Gestures to the gag)

(The subject becomes wide eyed in terror. His voice quiets down immediately. He
understands the situation he is in right now.)

Subject: (quietly) P-Please.

Braum: (Turns away and starts to put on his gloves) Unfortunate for you, it is out of my hand.

My orders are clear. (Picks up the first syringe from the line)

(Braum approaches the subject. The subject struggles and strains. His breath becomes heavier
and his pulse quickens. Braum gets closer. A knocking sound is heard from the distance)

(Braum immediately looks up. Hugo gives out an audible grunt. Braum walks into the
darkness. A long creak is heard. Hushed voices are heard in the distance. Braum returns.)

Braum: We have been summoned. Apparently, they would like to be sure that your
concoction will work given your previous failures. Apparently the cost of getting specimens
is too high to justify another failure.

(Hugo flares his nostrils. Braum leaves out a long sigh.)

Hugo: (quietly under his breath) the nerve they have. Judging my caliber.

(The subject is left bound to the bed. He looks into the light and starts to sob under his breath.

He can’t bear the sight of the horrors in the darkness.)

(The subject hears sounds of footsteps clattering on the floor. Each footstep towards the table
alarms him even more. He tries to crane his neck upwards, but he is only able to see a
glimpse of raven black hair. A feminine voice starts to speak)

Woman: You have been taken from the place you belong. I have watched the first six die on
this bed.

(The clasps around the subject collapse to the floor. The subject jumps out of the bed and
onto the cold tarmac floor barefooted. He looks around to the source of the voice, but her
appearance is hidden in the darkness.)

Woman: I shall not let the seventh die needlessly. You must leave immediately. I’m afraid I
cannot offer any more help than this. (The subject doesn’t skip a beat. Dressed in his sweat

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