The syringe edged closer and closer.
Marlo panicked.
Injection.
He wasn't afraid.
But, come on, with such a thick needle, are you sure it isn't meant for cattle? You're supposed to be a cutting-edge laboratory with a bunch of top scientists—can't you be a little more delicate?
"Ah~~~"
Marlo struggled fiercely to break free.
But it was no use.
His limbs were all securely fastened.
It was a futile effort; in the end, the needle pierced his vein. At first, it was merely chilling, but soon, as the syringe emptied, an excruciating pain drilled into his brain.
His whole body itched.
These drugs.
It seemed they had already penetrated his every muscle.
Then.
His body began to change again.
Fever.
Heart racing.
Eyes bulging.
It felt like he was about to explode, and a wave of nausea hit him, but this sensation didn't last more than a few seconds; the various discomforts gradually disappeared, though the heat and rapid heartbeat persisted unimportantly.
He looked up.
