"What a useless bastard," a man wearing a lab coat spoke in a sinister manner as he pointed a syringe filled with green serum at a poor, frail young man.
'Wait, what's happening?' Reign thought to himself as he tried to comprehend this phenomenon.
He looked down and saw that his powerful metallic bones had been replaced by thin arms, riddled with wounds from being pierced by syringes.
When he calm down for a moment , he realized that he was back on the laboratory he considered his hell.
'No, this is impossible,' all the traumatic experiences started to resurface, and he began hyperventilating.
"Let me go, fuckers!" he roared in anger, trying to break the straps that were restricting his body, but it was no use; he was too weak.
"Did he go crazy from drug overdosed?" the doctors asked with puzzled expressions.