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“Mhm…” Viktor groaned in pain, pinned to the bed as if his bones had turned to lead.

Every small movement sent sharp pain through him, leaving his face flushed and his eyes watery.

He regretted skipping the ointment; now his muscles throbbed with sharp pain.

‘I’m getting soft,’ he thought. This pain was nothing compared to experiments in that white room, where tubes and wires pumped strange liquid into him.

“It’s not like me to be pitiful…snap out of it,” Viktor muttered loudly, and a playful smile bloomed upon his lips.

He sat up and stretched his muscles into different postures as if he were performing masterful yoga poses.

After a deep breath, he felt refreshed. In the bathroom, the mirror lit up, clearing automatically.

He pressed the mirror, and it slid to the side, showing bottles of wound treatment prescription, including bandages and ointments of different brands.