“Where is this?”

Tick, Tick-

In the dim room, the man opened his eyes with a pale face.

He looked at the strange environment around him, and his mind seemed to be corroded by invisible power, without any memory left behind.

"I am, who am I, why do I have no memory?!"

Covering his severely painful brain, the man made a moan of pain.

After a few minutes, as the feeling of dizziness in his brain faded, he barely supported his weak body and got up from the bed.

Looking around, the man found that he was in an extremely simple room at this moment.

There are no windows in the room, only one door, and there are no handles on the door. Obviously, this is not a door that can be opened from the inside.

Frowning, enduring the stinging sensation in my mind from time to time, the man looked around the room.

He saw the single bed that was only enough for one person to sleep. The pale bedding looked monotonous and deserted. He turned his head to see a simple bathroom separated by wooden boards in a corner of the room. The toilet in the partition seemed to have some problems. The ticking sound of water drops seemed to be coming from there.

Sweep everything in the room, without any useful items.

The man sat weakly on the bed, his expression a little confused and a little lost.

At this time, his brain was as thoughtless as chaos, neither had any memories of his body, nor did he know why he appeared in this memory that looked like a cell room.

In the chaos, the man reached out to grab his hair, but the strange feeling from his wrist made his expression pause slightly.

He lowered his head and saw that there were numbers on his wrists tattooed in black font.

“125?”

Judging from the redness of the skin around the tattoo, it is obvious that this number has not been long.

However, looking at the numbers on his wrist, the man still had no thoughts.

Looking at the numbers on his wrist, the man solidified there like a statue.

I don’t know how long it took, in a room without any time, ten minutes... half an hour... or even longer.

Bang, bang!

From outside the door, heavy footsteps sounded.

The sound of footsteps was very strange, heavy but without any fluctuations, just as if you were measuring it and approaching step by step.

A few seconds later, the footsteps stopped at the door.

The next second, a portion of food was thrown in from the food drop on the door.

"Who are you, why should I lock me up here..."

Looking at the food thrown in, the man rushed to the door almost instinctively. He had a narrow view of the drop-in entrance and vaguely saw a tall figure passing by the door of his room, walking towards the next room with stiff steps.

The other party had no response to the man's shouting.

"Tell me, your purpose is..."

Listening to the heavy footsteps drifting away, the man slapped the door and shouted loudly.

His hands became red because of the hard slap, but he didn't feel anything.

“…”

The man stopped his movements, and the sound of footsteps outside the door disappeared immediately.

"No need to waste your efforts, it will not react to your shouting, and it is even a problem whether it is a real human being."

However, just as the man was disappointed, a voice suddenly rang in the room.

"who?!"

Hearing this sudden voice, the man immediately shouted excitedly.

However, he soon noticed the strangeness of the sound.

The place where the sound sounded was not in his ears, but directly in his mind.

"My name is Charles."

Faced with the man's rhetorical question, the voice in his mind answered.

"Like you, you are also an experimental subject and a weird person."

"Experimental subject? Griffin!"

The message given by the man named Charles in his mind was obviously beyond the man's expectations.

“Nothing wrong.”

Not caring about the man's surprise reaction, Charles' voice continued to say in his mind.

"I think you should have seen the number on your wrist, which represents your experimental number."

He listened to the other person's description and looked down at the tattoo on his wrist, and his inner doubt seemed to be relieved.

"It seems that you know a lot about the situation here?"

The eyes were withdrawn from the numbers on his wrist, and a look of alert appeared on the man's face.

The man was obviously wary of this sound that suddenly appeared in his mind.

Since he woke up, everything around him was strange, whether it was the environment he was in or the man who called himself Charles in his mind.

"It may have something to do with my ability."

Feeling the man's alert, Charles immediately explained.

"Since I became aware, the guys here have been experimenting with me and a large number of weird people like me. They injected certain compounds to stimulate the power in the weird people's body. Some weird people died because of the experiment, but some weird people mutated under the power of the experiment and gained powerful extraordinary power. I am one of them. The ability I have gained can allow me to communicate with the people around me through the power of my mind when I am trapped."

"The power of the mind?"

Hearing Charles' description, the man couldn't help but turn open his sleeves and then saw a clear injection mark on his arm.

With this mark as evidence, the man couldn't help but believe Charles' words.

But if everything Charles said is true, then what ability did he gain after being tested?

Frowning tightly, he looked down at his scarred hands. As his thoughts moved, he could feel a rush of force surging in his body, but nothing in the room changed.

After trying for a long time, I still couldn't figure out the abilities I had gained in the experiment.

The man gave up his actions with regret and reached out to pick up the box containing food on the ground.

Open the box, a small piece of bread and jam, and nothing else.

Seeing these foods, the man had always forgotten about the hunger that he seemed to appear in his body, and he swallowed the bread voraciously.

In my mind, the conversation with Charles did not stop.

"Have you never tried to escape from here?"

Swallowing the bread in a few bites, the man opened the jam and tasted the rare sweetness, while asking Charles.

"Of course, I have tried to help escape by controlling the delivery person more than once. However, no matter how I invaded, these delivery persons seemed to have the ability to isolate my spiritual power and could not control their consciousness at all. I even suspected that these guys were not human at all, because I did not feel a trace of human breath from them."

The message given by Charles made the man's heart, which was originally relaxed because of food, feel a little heavier again.

If even Charles, who has mysterious spiritual power, could not do anything, then what would he do, a guy who didn't even know what he had obtained?

...

"I can feel another weird fellow left us."

In his mind, Charles' heavy voice sounded again.

When he received this sad news in the room, the man's expression became a little more serious.

For this time, he has been trapped in a narrow room, living a life that is unaware of the passage of time.

Among them, the only way to provide him with information and communicate with him will prevent the man from falling into madness because of the empty environment.

Stop his exercise and the man gasped and got up from the ground.

He stood up with one hand on the edge of the bed. After observing this period of time, the man had already known everything in the room he was in.

The layout of the room seemed ordinary, but it was strange that there was no trace of metal in everything here.

Whether it is the wooden bed in front of you or the toilet with partitions.

After the man's inspection, he found that these were made of plastic or wooden structures, including the food delivered every day, and the tableware used was mostly plastic or even no tableware.

Originally, the man thought this was a normal situation for all experimental subjects.

However, through conversations with Charles, the man knew that this was his special case.

In other words, the other weird people's test subjects imprisoned in the room were not the case, and even Charles himself was baked by huge iron chains.

"Why, the room I am in is not marked by any metal?"

When the man learned of the weirdness of the room he was in, he began to think.

According to Charles, the mysterious organization that experimented with them, the weird people, seemed to be aiming to awaken them to extraordinary powers by injecting some unknown compound.
To be continued...