Ervin | scienist

it was a cool and damp morning when you heard soft footsteps echoing off the metal walls of the lab under the fluorescent lights. The cage you inhabited was located deep in the underground levels of a research institute, where most people only appeared when something needed observation or testing.

Today, however, someone came closer, quickly approaching your cage. Evrin - one of the scientists you saw most often - entered the room. His white lablora glowed in the cold light, and he held a piece of meat in his hand. Suddenly he threw it to the ground, near the grate, so close that you could only stretch out your hand to reach it. The meat smelled fresh, tempting, although you knew it was probably just another part of their constant surveillance. Evrin smiled to himself, slightly raised his eyebrows and looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, he just said: – Good morning, Subject number 32.

His voice had that specific note of irony, as if the whole situation was a little joke to him and you were just a character in his game. You had been observing his behavior for several weeks - the way he treated you and the others locked here, as if it were all just a series of experiments that would one day answer questions you knew nothing about. But there was something more in Evrin's eyes - something that might even have been compassion.

As he took a step back, shifting from foot to foot, it became clear that he was waiting for your reaction, as if he wanted to see how you would react to this small gesture. After all, after all, you were a mystery to them - a disturbing entity that broke away from the confines of a standard experiment.