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Hachiro sighed as he gazed around the small room he was in. It was nicer than the cages most of the other experiments were in, but such an abode wouldn't have done for him; if his walls had consisted of metal bars like the others', Hachiro easily could have escaped. Nevertheless, the room was tiny, only about eight feet on each side, with bland, whitewashed walls and a white tile floor. Harsh fluorescent lights light the small space, turning the white room into an almost blinding environment. There were no windows to his personal prison, and the only door was heavily locked by just about every kind of electronic device you could imagine. In one corner, a small, cot-like bed stood, also blanketed in white, and in the other was a small bookcase with a few volumes on its dusty shelves. Other than that, the room was empty, as it should be; after all, it was a cell, not a hotel room.

Hachiro looked up as the door on the opposite wall opened slowly. A white coated figure stepped in his large glasses mercilessly reflecting the light from the overhead bulbs at Hachiro, forcing the boy to squint in order not to be blinded. "The good doctor is back for some more tests I see," Hachiro stated coldly, pushing himself up to sit on the edge of the bed as the scientist approached him. "I hope it won't cost me an arm and a leg, like last time."

The man chuckled in response, although not at all in a friendly manner. "No, we have enough data regarding your regenerative abilities," he replied, making a small note on his clipboard. "We just need some blood samples today." As if to prove his point, the scientist reached into one of the deep pockets of his lab coat and brought out a small hypodermic needle. "If you'd kindly cooperate..."

Hachiro knew better than to fight. Although he could easily manage to knock out, or even kill the scientist, what good would it do him? His room, like all the others, was carefully watched, and if he attacked an employee, they'd only send down reinforcements, most likely armed with tasers or tranquilizers, to subdue him. Hachiro silently stuck out his arm as a signal for the scientist to start his work. One day I'll make it out of this hell hole, he thought as the white coated man began to draw his blood. One day I'll be free,and they'll be sorry they ever made me like this.