[One week ago]
Darius looked at the lab he had woken up in. Strapped to one of the chairs, he was bound and couldn't make a move. Everything that was tying him down was making it clear that no matter how hard he tried, there would be no escaping from here.
He didn't want to be used against his people. He thought about the people he had loved. The people that cared for him and everyone else that he had lived with. He didn't wasn't anything to happen to his home. But he also couldn't let them use him as bait.
Despite having the faces of the woman, they called Medi, he was still unable to remember it well. But the voice was something that never changed. He would remember that voice anywhere even in his sleep.
