The quiet hums of the machines filled the otherwise dead room. Rows of scarily large test tubes decorated it.
He had been knocked out for god knows how long. He was submerged in water. That was all he was processing. Wait a minute, water?
Mahaad’s senses kicked in quickly upon realization, and he realized in what an awkward position he was in. His wrists and legs were oddly bound and there was an oxygen mask strapped to his face.
Nothing but dead silence other than the devices were constantly running. One test tube was currently being resident by a mysterious young man. Days were passing, and the scientists were still analyzing him since in the very beginning.
“Status?” The chairwoman asked upon entering the large room when the metal door slid open.
‘His physical and mental conditions seem to be stable, ma’am.’
'...!’ The another scientist stood up from the computer device. ‘The subject is starting to regain his consciousness!’
A light smirk appeared on her face. How wonderful to see that her experiment was still on the living, most of them had a such short lifespan lately. “Rise and shine, darling.” She spoke from the microphone. “So glad that you had a comfortable slumber.”