Kill me.
Please.

That is what I always ask of the scientists here. They never listen. There is no redemption for me, but they do not understand. To them, I am not a person. Just a scientific oddity, a test subject. Do they not understand? There is nothing they can learn from me! There is nothing they can do to help me! They cannot undo the evils I have committed! I deserve death, yet they mock me with their false compassion.

When I break out of this cell, it will be on their heads.

They did not acknowledge my pleas.
For that, they will die.

Yet…

I believe I may have found the answer to my curse. And this world has it.