In the middle of a silent hallway, a guard roamed around, sipping coffee to stay awake on the cold night.
He noticed that the cell block of Experiment 545 was unusually quiet.
Peeking in, he saw Experiment 545—slumped, eyes blank, his voice trembling from the cold.
Without knocking, the guard stepped inside.
Silence…
Then—
A sound.
Not a scream.
But the heavy thud of something hitting the floor.
A thick, dark red liquid spread across the ground…
Alongside it was a severed head—its expression frozen in shock, as if it didn't even realize it had been separated from its body.
Its eyes slowly turned toward Experiment 545.
Experiment 545 stepped out of the cell barefoot, unclothed, his body soaked in blood that wasn't his own.
No alarms.
No shouting.
The other prisoners stayed silent—too shocked and terrified to make a sound.
The only noise in that moment was the dragging of the guard's lifeless body across the floor, like a dog being pulled by its leash.
His voice was low and calm as he spoke:
"They opened the door to what they were experimenting on."
"Now… let me show them what their 'success' can do."
As he walked down the aisle, prisoners began screaming, pleading, and going wild—begging to be freed.
545's eyes were hungry. Full of rage. Desperate to inflict pain.
One by one, he unlocked the cells.
Behind each door were failed experiments—so dangerous that even the scientists dared not release them.
Before opening each cell, Experiment 545 made the prisoners swear loyalty to him, no matter what.
He came to the cell beside his own—housing the oldest surviving experiment, one of the first ever created. The man often gave Experiment 545 advice, almost like a grandfather.
But another prisoner—Experiment 878—did not agree to follow him. Instead, Experiment 878 thrashed violently, eager only to escape.
Experiment 545 took the master key from the guard's body and slowly approached the raging prisoner.
"You're making unnecessary noise," he whispered.
The key, in Experiment 545's hands, was no longer just a key—it became a weapon.
He moved closer, and in one swift motion, plunged the sharp tip into Experiment 878's left eye.
Like unlocking a door, he twisted it.
The prisoner screamed—a scream born of pain worse than any experiment he had endured.
"Do you want me to remove the key?" Experiment 545 asked.
"YES!"Experiment 878 howled, as if it were his final cry.
Experiment 545 pulled the key out—only to savor the sound of agony.
"Now I understand the scientists," he murmured.
"It feels… good… to hear someone scream in pain. To hear their despair."
Then he asked again:
"Do you really want me to remove this key from your eyes?"
"Yes! Please! I'm begging you!" the prisoner cried.
Experiment 545 smiled—and drove the key into the right eye.
He laughed like a man possessed. He had never truly been treated as a child, so his madness felt natural.
Turning to the others, he spoke:
"I'm not your savior."
"I just want you to remember—I am the one you obey. Not the scientists."
The key taken from the guard wasn't just for unlocking cells.
Instead of using it for freedom, Experiment 545 used it to make the experiments kneel before him—to control them completely.
He didn't just unlock doors…
He unlocked their lives—and now, they belonged to him.
The cell block fell into complete silence.
Not because they feared the guards…
But because they saw Experiment 545 walking toward them—holding the blood-soaked key he had just twisted into Experiment 878's eyes.
As he passed each cell, the prisoners instinctively looked away, lowering their heads like prey avoiding the gaze of a predator.
One prisoner tried to assert dominance—massive, with muscles enhanced to have ten times the strength of a normal man.
Without hesitation, Experiment 545 opened the door.
"Open this, rat, and I'll—" the man began.
Before he could finish, Experiment 545 drove the key deep into his throat. Not once, but multiple times—twisting it slowly.
The man's scream turned into the sound of gargling blood.
Then—a dull final thud as his body collapsed.
Experiment 545 turned to the others. Silence.
"I didn't give you freedom," he said, wiping the bloody key on the dead man's shirt.
"I am your leash. You will kill when I command it—whether you want to or not. And if anyone refuses…"
His gaze fell upon the fresh corpse.
"…Consider this a reminder."
No one spoke. No one moved.
They understood.
From this moment on, their master was no longer the scientists.
It was Experiment 545.
And they knew—the master key in his hand also unlocked the control room for the failsafe implants inside each of them.
A device the scientists used to instantly kill any experiment.
But tonight, Experiment 545 had not only unlocked their cells—
He had unlocked their lives.
And now, he owned them completely.