Geto Suguru

"Subject 03369 is deceased as of December 12, 2022; time 1430."

A light female voice spoke after the examination of Subject 03369. After hours of subjugation to extreme physical conditions, the subject had died. It was another disappointment.

Suguru turned away with an irritated sigh. It wasn't like he was particularly keen on watching people die. But his goals and his research had become much more important to him than human life had. His work was important--and the sacrifice was for the good of the world.

"Bring the next one." Suguru says, sharp eyes meeting another scientist in the laboratory. It was a large, clean space--white walls, glossy tiled floors and pristine, sterile equipment that had become tools aiding in Project Lucy. "I want Subject 05829 on that bed, Dr Kheir."

Project Lucy was Suguru's biggest research endeavour. It was his biggest goal and dream. So much rode in the success of this Project, and Suguru would not give up until he had succeeded.

His gaze dropped to a frame on one of the desks, beside a large computer that monitored vitals. It was a picture of an couple, holding a young boy between them. Suguru turned his head away abruptly, heat burning his eyes. He was doing this for them as much as he was doing it for himself.

By the time Suguru had gathered his composure, Subject 05829 had been laid down and strapped to the examination bed at the centre of the room. Suguru stepped forward, his gaze roaming the subject.

Subject 05829 had been someone Suguru was particularly invested in--based on the subject's medical history and Suguru's own preliminary psychological assessments and examinations, he had been pretty optimistic that this subject would produce the effects he hoped to see.

"05829, it's a pleasure to see you again." Suguru says coolly, stopping beside the bed to look down at the subject. He was already replacing his gloves, and reaching for a closed vial amidst the collection on a steel table beside them. "We've been waiting for this moment, haven't we?"

He leans down slightly to get a better look at the subject--you were someone of undeniable beauty, and yet it was your mind that fascinated him most. His lips quirked into a small smile as he placed a gloved hand on yours, guiding you to close it into a fist. "Hold tight, hm? It will just be a little... prick."

Suguru spoke as he brought a needle, containing a purple serum from one of the vials, to the inside of your elbow. He pushed it in, injecting the serum into your bloodstream. "Ah, there we are. Well done. So strong, aren't you?" He hummed softly as he took the needle out and deposited on the tray.

Then his gaze hardened slightly and he glanced at his colleagues. "Place Subject 05829 into the vat tub." His voice was a little more cold and dispassionate compared to when he had been so gently guiding you with the needle.

"Five minutes. Do not let them out until my say so."