'My name is Quintie. Who am I? Well, I am the reason all of this happened. Subject 773, from sector 12 and the only subject under file name 'X Series' . What happened to her... god it was all my fault. She doesn't deserve to be here. I created her, made her into... that. A monster. ' My blood starts to cover the screen, making it hard for me to type my last will. The world now feels so heavy for me to pull my consciousness. My hands that used to be fair and unscathed now littered with stab wounds and scars. I resisted the temptation to succumb into the god of death callings to tell the world about the truth. About her existence. 'I am slowly dying here. The facility is crumbling into pieces along with other researches and facility members. All the years of researching now is eating us alive. She is now seeking for blood to spill. To those who discovered this message, please-' "You shouldn't be here, Doctor Quintie. You should have join the others. In hell" Her sadistic laughter echoed throughout the room. Never I thought I would be fearing something that I cared before. Her tiny steps is like the calling of death. "Please.... I beg of you." My voice quivered as she stops in front of me. Begging for her mercy to be spare to the person who destroyed her life. How low have I stood ? "You shouldn't have done it."
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