Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



Ever since Subject 77 was transferred to the lab pod, the agitation among the male subjects seemed to spike." The staff noted, continuing, "Administer a 50% nitrous oxide mix, that should calm them down."

The staff moved to adjust the settings, but one of the subjects, in a frenzied attempt to break free, damaged the control panel, causing a short circuit that went unnoticed.

In a fit of rage, I hammered at the pod door, trying to divert the staff's attention to no avail. "Damn it! Save her!"

Subject 57's life was slipping away, a pool of blood forming beneath her; she was in labor, desperately trying to bring her child into the world on her

own.

She wanted her child to survive; that's what mothers do...

Even though she'd been raised in a lab, ignorant of the world, her maternal instinct was to see her child live.

Her breathing grew more labored, tears staining her cheeks as she looked at me.

Pushing with all her might, she struggled through what seemed like a complicated labor, the blood flowing more freely now.

"Please... save her," I choked out, begging them to intervene for Subject 57.

The staff, indifferent to 57's plight, opened the pod door only after noticing three male subjects had collapsed.

A mercenary, attempting to sedate a subject, was instantly overpowered, his neck snapped by the unexpectedly strong subject. Their strength was truly formidable.

"Please, save her..." I watched anxiously as the three subjects emerged.

Leading them was Subject 63, who glanced at me before quickly moving to 57's pod door and forcing it open.

He knelt beside 57, who seemed to have accepted her fate, grasping the combat knife from the fallen mercenary.

With a deep breath, her hands trembling, she made a desperate decision, her action leaving me unable to watch...

57 had sealed her own fate.

Shivering slightly, I leaned against the pod door, cornered by the horror of this place.

What kind of hell was this, and how many had died here before my arrival?

This was a place beyond the reach of law, hidden from the world.

The lab staff, like devils in the dark, crushing human dignity underfoot, treating people as mere lab rats...

A baby's cry snapped me back to the grim reality, its sound making my spine tense. I couldn't bear to look.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

The baby cried just once, likely

indicating the issues the staff hadet

anticipated, else they wouldn't have been

so neglectfuls

After all, this child, too, was a product of their experiments.

Subject 63, cradling the newborn, approached my pod.

I watched him warily, his gaze meeting mine, emotionless yet pure.

He signaled something in sign language before walking away.

I was stunned. His message was clear: 'We'll wait for you outside. Survive.'

I stood there, shocked. Did these subjects know me? Had Foebe

visited the lab, or did they r

me as Phoebe? But I had no memory of this place.

The alarm blared, mercenaries flooding in.

I doubted whether the three subjects and a

issued born with congenital

could escape. All I

hope for their safety.

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do

The camera behind me buzzed.

I glanced back; it was swiveling as if to warn me not to attempt escape, that it was futile...

Their fates were seemingly sealed the moment they were born in the lab.

Escape was a pipe dream; outside the lab, only death awaited...