“Why did you start working for him?” Satoya asked, the question lingering in the air for a couple of minutes before Yurina sighed, “I begged for my life.”

“This was two years ago. I was having fun with my friends, doing karaoke one night,” she said, the atmosphere becoming even more dense. “After that, my friends and I were going to walk to my parent’s restaurant.” She started cleaning her glasses with her blood-stained lab coat. “On our way there, we blacked out, only to discover ourselves here.”

“We were all in an experiment chamber exactly like this one. I saw blood dripping down from the ceiling and discovered all of our parents hanged—or, specifically, a ceiling fan made of the amalgamation of all our parents and close relatives.”

“Every time the fan spun, that... thing would scream through the mouths that were still visible on the fan, and it would also vomit a small marble. That marble, within three seconds, would turn into a needle with a humanoid body, and that needle would start piercing us without any mercy.” She started crying before continuing, “That wasn’t even the worst of it all. Roland would personally walk up to any of us and inject a drug, a blend of induced mental disorders or psychoses, but he augmented it to the most inhumane level.”

“The minute he injected one of us, they would start screaming, experiencing physical and mental pain—the pain of being eternally pierced by that needle thing, and that drug—it was too much for them to handle.” She wiped off her tears. “Before he injected that drug into me, before one of those needle things pierced me again, I begged.”

Two years ago.

“Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll be your servant, anything, please!” she begged as Roland looked down at her, holding a syringe with a clear liquid that visibly seemed like water.

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“Servant, you say? What makes you so different?” Roland asked, his smile widening. Then he laughed, a laughter that echoed throughout the lab.

“What a ludicrous request!” he laughed, squatting down in front of her, still holding the syringe in the air. His gaze was sharp and energetic. “I-I... please,” Yurina cried, desperate not to end up like her friends, who were screaming so high-pitched that her ears started to bleed.

“Fine, but I am expecting great work from you,” he said before walking to the girl next to her, who was still sane but was screaming from the sight and screeches of the experiment chamber.

“I’ll be your loyal servant! Please!” the girl cried. Roland, with an indifferent expression, took out another syringe and stabbed both into the girl’s neck.

“Because that girl right there wanted to save herself, that left me no choice but to give the next person an extra dose.” He pointed toward Yurina. “Y-Yurina?! You, I hope you rot in he—” She tried to curse at her, but the effects of the double dosage were instant. She immediately started scratching her face so badly that her skin and flesh began to peel off, despite her nails being ripped off by the force.

Fast forward a couple of weeks later, Yurina hesitated, holding a syringe and looking at a defenseless man.

“You’ll do anything, correct?” Roland asked. “Then inject that into your boyfriend.”

The man was gagged, muffled words indecipherable. Tears streamed down his face. Yurina’s eyes filled with tears as she stabbed the man in the lower part of the neck, then started sobbing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She cried as Roland slowly approached and removed the gag from the man’s mouth.

“Die in the depths of hell,” the man said before he started deforming. The process was slow, with his arms becoming larger at an alarming rate, one arm shrinking and twisting until it erupted into what looked like a shield made from his own arm.

“I put the blood of a level 9 Iya, which was also purified, into that syringe. Now watch,” Roland said as Yurina started stumbling back, horrified at the beast forming. “Hm, wasn’t what I was expecting. Interesting. Purifying the blood of an Iya makes the transformation more instant,” Roland said, nodding in fascination at the transforming Iya.

He then noticed Yurina glaring at him. “Got any questions, Yurina?” he asked with a smile, a smile filled with malicious intent. But she didn’t say anything. She was just too numb to even speak.