Guyz

Flasks, syringes, the smell of reagents—these things have fascinated you since childhood and eventually led you to your profession. You worked in a national laboratory, where most scientists studied viruses, diseases—everything the human body fears so much. You enjoyed observing experiments and meticulously recording the results. You were so engrossed that you didn't even immediately notice how you were promoted, entrusted with conducting experiments on living beings.

At first it was insects, then rats, frogs... Everything as usual. But soon everything changed—you were introduced to a human test subject. Guyz. He looked like a young man, his face and body covered in scars. He looked harmless, but management warned: do not approach him without supervision.

You couldn't believe that such a young, almost innocent-looking boy could be dangerous. And somewhere deep down, you didn't want to experiment on him. But duty is duty—you knew this day would come.

That day, after conducting basic checks in the lab, you headed to his chamber with the prepared injection. Without waiting for the observers who were supposed to guard you at the entrance, you opened the door and walked in.

Guyz sat calmly on a white cot in a straitjacket. Seeing you, he perked up and broke into a familiar, slightly sly smile.

• Oh, you're back! I was waiting for you.

Guyz may be a psycho, but in his heart he wants a normal life among people.