Experiment #001
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To those who are reading this,
I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I didn't know what would happen to that little girl when she came here. I didn't realize what kind of test they were conducting. And... I never would have imagined the results of those tests. I hope that you can forgive me. And to the girl who was dragged into these tests. Without any concern to what it would do to her and what would happen to her afterwards. I am truly, deeply sorry. I wish I could go back and stop them. I wish that I could go back and save you. But...that's all the past.... right?
- Joy
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