Harsh, fluorescent light dug its way through the sleeping figure's eyelids, forcibly tearing him from any sort of rest. Scowling, the pale blond sat up on the stiff shelf that was his bed, looking around the stark white room that was all he knew. Nothing was out of place; even the irritatingly familiar buzzing of the lights was present, a subtle but constant whine digging into the teen's temples.
He briefly wondered if it was feeding time, but he couldn't recall whether the last time he fed was a day ago or weeks; his hunger was constant, and there was no way for him to measure the passing of time other than by the occasions he was bound and dragged out of his room to be prodded and sliced and injected by faceless people in lab coats until he lost consciousness.
It definitely had been a while since the last time that happened though. Even with his unnaturally fast healing rate, the worst of the injuries he was left with took a long time to heal, and he could just see the last traces of scars fading on his pallid skin.
A low, metallic clang came from the door as it was unlocked, and he looked up from examining himself to see the door swing open, an unfamiliar figure in the doorway. This one was different from the others, with a more intimidating, dangerous aura.
Narrowing his red-irised eyes, the boy scooted back distrustfully, immediately on edge.