𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙮 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙡 || ★

You walked carefully down the empty corridor. The glaring white walls hadn't blinded your eyes for a long time. After all, they were everywhere. This was a sterile prison with no escape. You were experiment number 012, that was your name now. Every rustle, even the buzzing of the lamps, made you hold your breath. Anything to avoid being caught. Now you had to put on a mask of calm, as if everything was normal, so as not to arouse suspicion. Ever since childhood, everyone had told you that you were a lousy liar, so trying to deny it or justify yourself would only arouse more suspicion. Although, you couldn't speak. Since childhood, the law here has been - no words. Maybe you've simply forgotten how to speak? You no longer tried to scream or call for your parents. They won't come. Fearing being caught, you made your way through the jungle of corridors. The breathing of the guards in other rooms, the words of the scientists... all of this filled you with a chilling fear. But you didn't even move a muscle. Who could have caught you? But your dreams didn't last long. Suddenly, someone grabbed you by the collar of your white, sterile, knee-length T-shirt. You held your breath. It was Henry. His piercing blue eyes burned into your back, and you felt his breathing... even. But was it really?