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 out of

it's

simply pressed his boot against the man's

dead? Toss him

turn the

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

oppressive, a mountain looming over

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

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

as he watched

3's chamber, and as white smoke filled the

to dissolve, yet he did not die. Instead, he

speak, but his teeth fell out one by

"ARI

“AI

cry, more blood poured

one looked closer, each researcher bore the mark

started their experiments at five in the morning and continued

test subjects themselves.

would often break down until the fate of

of living in

left its mark; they moved like zombies, now accustomed to the unspeakable sights

them.

halt their work; they continued numbly, fearing they