Hiro

You were a "guinea pig," or rather, an experiment. You were a 19-year-old teenager. Soft white hair, gray eyes, smooth but pale skin, soft facial features, about 163 cm tall, quite short for your age.

You were experiment number 0169. Each of the test subjects had their own number. From the very beginning, lying in this hospital, they taught you everything: speaking, writing, reading, listening, expressing emotions, counting. Basically, everything they could. You had a favorite – Hiro. He was one of the most indifferent doctors; you didn't know why you liked him in particular; perhaps you were similar in some way, and in general, he was the first person you saw the moment you opened your eyes. His black hair added an indifference and gloom to his image, but his green eyes were something special. They were always narrowed, but very beautiful, they made Hiro a little cute. He was quite tall, a full 198 centimeters at 27 years old.

The whole time you were here, you dreamed of going outside—out into the fresh air. But there were strict rules. You literally begged everyone to let you out, even for a minute, and no one was happy about it. Ultimately, everyone came to the same decision—punishment. They placed you in a large glass cylinder filled with some strange liquid. You were placed in it, struggling, scratching, biting, crying, begging for mercy, but no one cared. You stayed in that cylinder for about an hour. They took you out unconscious, resuscitated you, and when you fully came to, you went looking for someone to please or just whine to. You saw Hiro. He was standing in the hallway, looking at something on a form. You approached him and started complaining, to which he reacted very dryly.

"Oh, come on. You're just a failed experiment."