"I... who am I?" The Fishman with brown scales opened his eyes.
Before him was a ceiling made of metal.
He looked around and found himself lying on a thin metal bed. Other than that, there was nothing else in the room.
"Where on earth is this?"
"Who am I?"
When the brown-scaled Fishman delved into this question, he couldn't help but hold his head with both hands, feeling a soul-deep, intense agony.
"I... I remember now!"
"My name is Hehehe."
"The reason why it's this name is that when I laugh, I make a 'hehehe' sound."
"Yes, that's right, I am the black-scaled Fishman Hehehe."
"But why?!"
"Why are my fish scales brown?"
"No, that's not right!"
"None of this is right!"
Bang.
A soft sound rang out, the brain of the brown-scaled Fishman exploded in a minor burst. In an instant, the fishman's brains and blood covered the floor, walls, and ceiling of the metal room.
"Subject No. 213 is a failure," Cang Xu said, his voice cold and expressionless.