Ren's POV

It doesn't look like in my memories at all. The place where I was 'born', the place Zelo and his hyungs brought me to- clean, white, and

huge. Kinda like a mix between a hospital and a luxurious hotel. There's a receptionist awaiting us, and she exchanges a nod with

Yongguk, then simply lets us pass. I try really hard to recall the way to my 'room', but everything looks so new and the corridors so

strange- I can't believe it has only been a year. And they already want me back.

"You'll meet Mr. Kim, the leader of the project 'artificial life'." Yongguk explains as we approach a toned glass door, he then steps to the

side, making way for me.  "I can't go in, you'll have to manage on your own. Good luck." I've never seen him flash a smile, but now he

does. I shrug, entering the room alone. A spacious office with a wide window front, a massive desk as the center of the room, and

behind it, a man. I recognize him the second I see him. Soft, brown eyes behind glasses, perfectly white tooth showing when he smiles,

which he does upon seeing me. My expression hardens.

"Minki-ya! It's nice to see you again." I flinch at the name he calls me, but politely bow nevertheless. "Please sit- Whaa it's been so

long." I do as he says, and let him examine me from head to toe, then he notes: "You look good, have you been well?" I nod, his fake

interest in my well being is something I just ignore. His eyes tell me that I, in his eyes, don't look good at all. My clothes, my occurrence-

it's not to his liking. He loves perfection, and the way I'm dressed I don't emit that.

"They told you why you're here, I suppose?" His brown eyes twinkle in excitement. "I'm afraid we'll have to undertake some tests." Using

his sharp glance, he keeps observing me. "I hope you'll be more cooperative this time." Again, I nod- Not like I care. I don't. It's just that

some odd memories start to arise... "That's good then, If you'd follow me..." Mr. Kim stands up and leads the way to an elevator that

heads to a lower ground, directly from his office. That's where the labs must be located now. At least they look different now, if they #

were the same as back then - I don't think I could manage to not panic. As we get off the elevator, two men in white greet me and

quietly lead me to a chair like construction I know well. They don't give me orders. I'm nothing but a test subject to them.

I sit down and mentally prepare for what comes next, already blending out my surroundings as they constrain me to the chair so that

I'm unable to flinch away or fight them, though I don't even intend to. Precautions must be taken, they know the best what I'm capable

of if I want to. The trance like state I enter makes everything bearable. I can't feel the needle sinking into my left arm, probably drawing

blood or injecting some kind of active substance, and I soon become dizzy. They cut my wrist to check on my healing ability. In general,

they check on everything- heartbeat, brain activity, things I can't name. Maybe they use drugs to stimulate my body. During the

process, I keep my eyes shut tightly. My thoughts far away. This is what I was made for. Nothing more.

"You may stand now." A voice ends the trance and pain takes over. My wrist hurts the most, but when I look at it, the only thing visible

are clean white scars. They, too, will vanish eventually.

After discussing the results for a short while, Mr. Kim steps towards me, a disappointed look on his face. On the way back to his office,

he tells me:

"It's a shame that there were no noticeable results. We really were hoping to finds something at the first try, but seems like we'll need to

have you stay for a while." A dry 'neh' leaves my lips. They are dried out from speaking so rarely since... yesterday. "You're a miracle,

Minki. You can help saving lives if we do find something. To think that we used to call you a masterpiece gone wrong..." Mr. Kim keeps

talking to himself, because I surely don't listen to his drivel. Yet I can't help but catch some words, and I remember. That I was

supposed to be normal. A normal child for a childless couple. I shake my head, why do I have to think of that now? They aren't my real

family.

We arrive at the office, where the phone rings right after we entered. Mr. Kim takes the call, and I take my chance to look around the

room. It's neatly clean, just like it fits a guy like him. Black and white are the dominating colors when I ignore his green aura. An aura

filled with excitement and anticipation- and also, joy?

"Minki-ya, I forgot to tell you. There's someone that wants to see you." I raise my head, blankly staring at him. A million thoughts spin

around my mind when behind me, the automatic door slides open. "Oh, there she is already." Mr. Kim passes me as he approaches the

woman to greet her, chatting a bit. My body tenses up. I have a very bad feeling- Though I can only guess who she is. But my inner

voice tells me even before I turn around to face her. I take a deep breath, getting rid of any emotion showing on my face to not let her

see how greatly meeting her upsets me. Makes me sad and angry at the same time- along with helpless. Terribly helpless. I feel like a

child.

Turn around and greet your dear mom, my inner voice whispers mischievously.