The Undead

Si Nan turned away, his chest heaving like he was dying.

“Electrocution.”

Time became exceptionally long in the endless torture.

After countless rounds of pain, Si Nan looked like he had just been pulled from cold water, his black hair wet and sticking to his pale forehead, lips blue, constantly shivering, with fine electric shock marks covering the exposed skin of his hands and feet.

“What is your name?”

……” Sinan gasped for a long time before finally speaking, his six-year-old voice raspy like it had been ground by sandpaper:

“Noah.”

The experimenter began recording.

A few seconds later, the screen changed, showing a row of test tubes from left to right with different colored liquids – light blue, light red, emerald green, and scarlet, extending to a horrifying deep black on the far right.

The experimenter’s mechanically altered, unchanging voice spoke again:

“The two drug injections given daily to the test subject and to you.”

“Which two specific drug agents?”

Little Sinan’s pupils dilated, staring directly at the test tubes, gradually seeping a fierce look in his eyes –

A cornered small beast driven to desperation, burning with anger and madness.

The electrical wires crackled, and the handcuffs made an intensely taut creaking sound. The experimenter closed the screen, and the next moment a voice said: “Electric shock.”

A heart-rending scream echoed through the laboratory until it became voiceless.

Some time later, Sinan awoke from unconsciousness, his brain in a haze, with fragmented memories.

He blankly stared at the snow-white metal ceiling, meeting the gazes of countless versions of himself.

The door silently slid open.

He moved slightly, barely looking up.

A middle-aged man in a suit, blonde and blue-eyed, steadily approached – a face familiar from numerous television and newspaper appearances. However, this face now looked nothing like his usual public speaking demeanor – not vibrant and friendly, nor solemn as during TV broadcasts. He appeared cold.

He stood before Sinan, scanning the six-year-old’s body continuously twitching from electric shock, slightly narrowing his eyes. Suddenly, he pulled out a small knife from his key chain, cut the wires, and with two clicks, opened the handcuffs.

“Do you recognize me?” he asked flatly.

“……”

“Do you know who I am?”

“……”

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