‘Viana, fear not. I am here to protect you. He’s dead, and no one will harm you!’ Allen’s forceful grip lifted her, and he turned to exit. The doctor’s hushed inquiry followed, ‘Shall we proceed, sir?’ Allen’s cold gaze bore into me, his words dripping with cruelty, ‘Continue until the experiment succeeds!’ His decree plunged me into despair. A needle pierced my flesh, agony threatening to rend me apart. Yet, the physical pain paled in comparison to the ache in my heart. For three interminable days, I lay bound, subjected to inhuman trials. On the fourth day, the doctor unshackled me—not to grant freedom, but to assess the metamorphosis within my body. Gisela，Allen，Viana