Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

lan shifted his gaze away, finally letting it rest on the grand hall at the very center. The hall had only a few cracks through which

one could glimpse the activity below, where rows of researchers were busy crunching numbers and processing data.

"Have we got the creature's vitals yet?"

"How's Specimen 1 today? Was the breeding attempt successful?"

"Specimen 3 is dead. Have someone clean up the carcass."

To these researchers, the beings behind the glass were mere subjects, devoid of humanity.

"Specimen 5's skin is completely necrotic - the virus is a triumph. It's ready for field deployment."

"Ah, I can't take this anymore! Just letdie; please letdie. I can't be part of these experiments any longer. God, I'm a sinner;

I'm bound for the deepest pit of hell!"

The hall fell silent in an instant following this frenzied outburst, tension hanging heavy in the air. Then the largest door swung

open, and a man in uniform stepped through. He was young, around twenty-eight, with leather boots that spoke of a certain

aloofness.

The atmosphere in the hall turned leaden as the man let out a derisive chuckle and approached the screaming researcher.

The researcher was shaking uncontrollably, and the man grabbed his hair, his tone icy.

"I've said it before - no disturbing the peace."

prostrated himself on the ground,

sorry; it's my

his

Specimen 3 dead? Toss

the researcher into a test

one else dared to speak, especially not when the man appeared. Everyone bowed their heads,

man's presence was oppressive, a

toxin; I

smile played on his lips as someone deferentially placed a chair behind him. He sat

he watched the

former researcher was thrown into Specimen 3's chamber, and as white smoke filled the

began to dissolve, yet he did not die. Instead, he stared vacantly ahead as blood pooled at

his teeth fell out one by

"ARI

“AI

cry, more

looked closer, each researcher

morning and continued until two

test subjects themselves.

down until the fate of the subjects

in this place

left its mark; they moved like zombies,

them.

man's cries did not halt their work; they continued numbly, fearing they might be next. The man in the uniform