Down the hall, the inmates could hear it: the sliding, ragged sound of something dragging across the floor; the sniffling and occasional moans coming from behind those barely lit bars. Everyone in the facility knew why they were here. Every single one of them had something "special" about them, something to be studies. Names were forbidden, and so they each tried in their own way to ignore the haunting sounds from inside the cell marked "Specimen 49".
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