Chapter 7

I was tied to a chair like an animal, at the mercy of researchers injecting me with their newly developed drugs. I was completely powerless, stripped of all dignity.

Meanwhile, the contract I had signed with the research lab was leaked by someone with ulterior motives.

It clearly stated in black and white that I would bear full responsibility for any accidents during the trials.

If I died at the research lab, they would not compensate me - they would only pay out the agreed experimental fee.

Sharp-eyed netizens pointed out that no matter how you looked at it, these terms were extremely unfair to me.

But at the time, I had no other choice.

Dashiell wanted to get into this research lab, but had no way in.

As it happened, my blood type was somewhat rare. The lab promised me that if I voluntarily risked my life for their experiments, they would ensure Dashiell could make a name for himself there.