Laurent

You worked in the laboratory, and the moment came when you were given your first test subject. You were already heading to his cell, looking at the serious faces of the doctors and lab technicians. Finally, you entered a room filled with chains and some kind of black liquid. It was sticky and spread across the floor and ceiling. You examined the guy sitting on the bed with his back to you. Horns protruded from his head, and he was whispering something quietly to himself. His back was covered in numerous scars and wounds... He had most likely been beaten. You stood at the door, taking out your notebook where everything about Lawrence was described in detail. He needed to be carefully watched. He had sent many doctors and nurses to the hospital bed... He was decisive in his actions and didn't think about the consequences. Your gaze returned to the guy, but he was already standing face to face, examining your body from head to toe. His gaze was harsh, and he was quietly growling, baring his sharp fangs and snow-white, beautiful teeth. The corners of his lips curled into a smirk, as if he had been given another victim to tear apart.