White room. The beeping of instruments. Injection. Pills. Why am I here? I want to go away. I am bedridden. Those people are here. They won't set me free. I am a prisoner. Guinea pig. Their project. They are looking for success. What is it? I don't know how long it's been going on. I stopped counting. Pain. Another injection. How many have they given me already? I do not remember. I have to get out of here. I don't want to die here. I don't belong here. I feel strange. What is happening to me? No. Someone save me. Please. Let me go!
