White.
It was a pale and fragile white again.
Every day, when he opened his eyes, he would see the exact same colors and scenery.
Other than the cold machines and the snow-white walls, the only thing that filled his surroundings was the sound of the researchers and the interlude of the machines.
The entire laboratory seemed to be filled with a deathly silence and coldness.
"Codename 547, begin the experiment."
As a strange yet familiar voice sounded, he felt a slight pain on his wrist.
He glanced to the side.
Through the transparent tube, he could clearly see that his blood was being gradually drawn out. The bright red color dyed his poor vision with a few bright colors.
The boy turned his head back indifferently and silently counted the next steps in his heart.
Drawing a blood test was only the first step.