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."

the ground, clearly

it's

pressed his boot against

Specimen 3 dead? Toss

to turn the researcher into

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

oppressive, a mountain looming

him a shot of our strongest toxin; I want to see how it

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

watched the

chamber, and as white smoke filled the glass enclosure. After

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

but his teeth fell out one

"ARI

“AI

more blood poured

within the hall; if one looked closer, each researcher bore the mark

the morning and continued

test subjects themselves.

down until the fate of the subjects scared them

preferred the dread of living in this place over a

like zombies, now accustomed to the

them.

fearing they might be next. The man in the uniform rose