“Uhuuh… Gaaah…”

A dark room was lit only by a swaying blue lamp filled with the groans of a young girl sitting atop a metal table. All her limbs were restricted by metal chains, with both her hands balled into fists and her feet curled up.

Her body was covered in small holes, some bigger than others, revealing white fleshy tissue pockets. With each exhale, she caused blood to secrete from the gashes and pool around her waist.

Her swollen throat and arms were riddled with knife incisions along with different colored syringes with code numbers written beside the small holes they governed.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you Miya?” A man’s face shielded by the shadows whispered in her ear.

The girl gave a slow nod, a smile slowly growing on her face. “Yes papa, I’ll do anything for— AGAAAAH!”

Her screams echoed through the small white chamber, her hands banging on the metal table with her feet rattling the chains holding her firm. The man dug a small knife into her eye, cutting through the tear layer then cornea, and watching as it started to regenerate itself in a matter of minutes.

“F-Fascinating! After seven-hundred-sixty-five trials, we finally have a synonymous match with Ya’valt genomes!”

Her left eye, already torn through multiple times was lidless and had no inner iris with tears welling on either side, as the tissue start reforming itself. The man then shuffles his hand along a set of black-metal syringes sitting atop a table to his side and grabs three, poking them into her chest, arm, and neck.

Miya’s eyes roll to the back of her head, and her body starts to spasm with the doctor seemingly reveling in her demise. Foam starts to escape from her mouth, making the doctor run over and take a white syringe and jam it into the left side of her chest.

Miya’s body then returns to a normal breathing regime, with the doctor wiping several sweat glands from his forehead and lips. “P-phew, that was a close one, wasn’t it?”

Her chapped lips turned to the side and whispered something inaudible. The man bends down and pokes his ear out toward her face.

“What was that, my dear?”

“I-I’m doing something good, right papa?”

The man sighed and took a larger knife, wedging it into her abdomen making blood pool down the sides of her lips and tears escape her eyes.

“We’ll do another strength analysis. If you can last fifteen minutes without passing out in this state, I’ll give you… Mmm… Three head pets.”

Miya’s eyes dilate as she grits her teeth. “T-Three… T-that’s more than you’ve ever given me… ACK— I-I’ll do it! I love you, papa!”

The doctor then digs his hand into her stomach, taking out several bloodied intestines and spilling yellow-gallbladder fluids across the floor.

His eyes marvel at the sights, him then continuing to rip her guts from her spasming body. “Yes, yes, whatever you say, child. Just make sure you don’t die.”

. . .

Miya's eyes jolt open to the heaves of her excessive and long breaths. The sheets from her bed were damp from sweat, along with her pillow being stained with tear droplets. She jumps up from her bunker and crawls into the corner space of the room, cradling into a ball with her hands digging into her scalp.

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“I-I need…” Her hands move before her mouth, she feels around her body and takes a black compartment case from her belt, unzipping the bag and taking out a red-metal syringe.

She injects herself in the leg and bangs her head onto the wall behind her several times until her eyes give off a crimson glow. She takes several deep breaths, loosening the tension in her shoulders and back.

“I’m fine… H-he can’t get me here… I’m fine… I’m stronger than him… I’m fine…”

For several moments she tries to comfort herself, but her trembling hands were a sign that it wasn’t doing much, to begin with.

A metal knock on the door makes her jump from the floor and brush off her shirt and wipe the tears from her ears.

“Y-yes?” She murmurs while hopping back onto the bed.

The mechanized door slides open, with Adelae on the other side with a pair of clothing held close to her chest.

“Uh… Uhm, hi… I saw what you did for Koko, saving her and all, and maybe I misjudged you. Perhaps we could put our previous encounter behind us and start over.”

Miya walks in front of her extending out her hand.

The galaxy particles in Adelae’s hair turn from white to pink as she reaches for Miya’s palm.

“I don’t want to shake your hand. That man said someone would be bringing me clothes to change into, is that it?”

Adelae jolts her hand back with reddened cheeks. “I— Uh, y-yeah!—“

Miya snatches the clothes from her hands and turns around, giving her another up and down look before slamming the door in front of Adelae’s face.

Adelae balls her hand into a fist and reaches for the door. She then sighs and turns around, almost bumping into Maxim and Kyamyo watching from the side.

“I think you did great Adelae, way to take initiative!” Kyamyo cheers with a pom-pom emoji twirling on her screen.

Maxim, at her side, shoots her two thumbs up with a brilliant smile.

Adelae’s cheeks become even more flustered as she strides past them. “W-whatever! She’s honestly just a pain in the ass!”

Miya leans her cheek on the door, listening until their metal footsteps leave out of earshot. She then presses her back against the wall and falls to the floor with a hand up to her face.

. . .

“… I see, so this jacket she wrapped around your leg has nano insulators that can also perform tissue regeneration when it feels its host is weakened. Do you think she’ll allow me to dissect it to gather further information?”

“Don’t think so doc, she has quite the temper.”

“Ahh, that’s a shame. This technology really is something else though.”

Koko’s body is grazed by a woman’s long-silky rose-pink hair wearing a long black lab coat as she examines the white officer’s uniform contrasted with streaks of blue and red.

The medical bay had several vacant beds with white blankets, while at the back and front were desks filled with miscellaneous narcotics and doctoral instruments.

At the front of the room, Koko sat with her head against the bed rest, her eyes though gazed at the ceiling with a deep sigh.

The woman moves a strand of hair from beside her eyes and looks up at Koko.

“Something on your mind?”