Shattered glass. Scream. Blood on the walls, the floor. Reflection. It is not mine. It's a monster. Is this the result of their attempts? Monster? They say they have to catch me. I am their success. I hate scientists. They do everything for money. They are not afraid to do the dirty work. Their hands are stained with blood. Broken door. Narrow hall. I'm running away. After four? I'm not human anymore. But a monster. Will I ever be human again? I do not think. This is what people made of me. I hate them. I hope I will never be one of them again. I am an experiment. Their experiment. So let them live with it. Because I will live. It doesn't matter what I look like, I'm still me. Don't forget it.
