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."

researcher, terror-stricken, prostrated himself on the ground, clearly out

it's

man simply pressed his boot against

Specimen 3 dead?

man wanted to turn the researcher

to speak, especially not when the man

oppressive, a mountain looming over

shot of our strongest toxin; I want to see

as someone deferentially placed a chair

watched

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

Instead, he stared vacantly ahead

mouth to speak, but his teeth fell out

"ARI

“AI

each cry, more

sound was amplified within the hall; if one looked closer, each researcher bore the mark of

started their experiments at five in the morning and continued until two in the next morning.

test subjects themselves.

fate of the subjects scared

in

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

them.

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