Suddenly, the petite brunette found herself pinned to the wall of the lab. This can’t be good, she thought. This man would stop to no avail to convince her to become a subject of science, and that was something she refused to let happen. The wall was cold against her back, sending a wave of chills across the surface of her skin and his strength—it was too much to fight! How was he so strong? Mei squirmed under his force, but there was no luck of breaking free from the grip he had on her wrists. So many thoughts were filling her head and a sense of hopelessness was beginning to wash over her. There was really nothing she could do now, was there?
She couldn’t help but to question her very placement in time—and that placement being a mere subject to a mad scientist. Widened cerulean hues stared intensely into the man’s own golden ones, which were narrowing back at her; and what she saw in them was nothing but a pool of selfishness, heartless, mad eyes, like a dark ocean of insanity. Mei could even see herself in the reflection of his glasses, slightly distorted from the glare. What a coward she saw in them. Now, if coward meaning her or the very man standing before her, was yet to be determined, though, it could apply to both.