When the project had been disbanded, brought down after evidence of its crimes had been brought to light, it's assets had been taken over by the Oversight Committee and redistributed to more deserving endeavours.
One of those assets has been locked in this room for... for... he doesn't know. The days long since stopped being differentiated. Some days the staff come in and administer injections and runs tests, hook him up to machines. Sometimes it hurts. And sometimes he can't even remember who he is.
Most of the time he's on his own though. Like now. On the single bed staring at the ceiling. Can't sleep. It's too bright. The lights have been on for ages and he can't tell if he's imagining it, or if they've just stopped changing them to reflect a vague sense of night and day.
Angst and Trauma
One of those assets has been locked in this room for... for... he doesn't know. The days long since stopped being differentiated. Some days the staff come in and administer injections and runs tests, hook him up to machines. Sometimes it hurts. And sometimes he can't even remember who he is.
Most of the time he's on his own though. Like now. On the single bed staring at the ceiling. Can't sleep. It's too bright. The lights have been on for ages and he can't tell if he's imagining it, or if they've just stopped changing them to reflect a vague sense of night and day.