Chapter 13 - Awakening II
Of course, it would cost me everything. I was no longer the innocent boy who had wasted away in a hospital, fighting cancer. No, I was a traumatized man, haunted by despair, who now only saw the dark side of things—the twisted opportunities that arose.
The situation worsened as my analytical mind continued processing the facts, weighing the pros and cons. Death row inmates were, by far, the best specimens for experiments that defied ethics and morality. And classifying the pink gas tests in that category was the only certainty I had.
'They're producing a bioweapon, designed to kill or destabilize primarily normal people and the Awakened. Nothing more.'
Being alive in that luxurious room was proof that I was likely the only survivor, the sole test subject the experiments hadn't killed. And now, they would take their plans to the next level, and I would be the lab rat, now graced with luxury.
In front of me, Lesley calmly sipped aromatic tea from a pot on the table. I, however, had no stomach for food.
"Not only will it cost you everything, but now many important people will want your head at any cost."
I frowned. Those weren't the words I expected.
"Not only will powerful and influential people try to kill you, but it will also be difficult to survive under my care."
My expression grew even more closed off. I was completely lost.
"Am I still going to be experimented on?" I asked, seeking clarity.
"Experiments?" Lesley frowned, confused. Then understanding dawned on her face.