A-702
The spider stared up at Justice blankly. For a second, it's almost like his words were shining on him, and for the first time in a long time, there was something other than darkness in his heart. Perhaps it wasn't to confess or come clean that he truly wanted. The spider simply wanted to be judged.
And he smiled, genuinely, and couldn't help but laugh a little. It wasn't malicious, or even a wrong kind of laugh. In fact, for the first time, he sounded like his own age. Only then did he stop and look down, a flash of remorse on his face.
"I like you. You remind me of... someone I used to know... a hopeless idiot like you."
And with that, only slightly more healed up than before, he managed to stand on his two feet. He gripped the bottom of his shirt and raised it up, showing his childlike body.
"But the world is cruel. You're not dealing with people or even human beings. If I had one word to describe my boss... it'd be the devil himself."
..ard Project. Specimen A-702 The blood from the gunshot he suffered covered the tattoo on the bottom of his breast only slightly, but the barcode still showed. But even more ghastly were the countless scars on his body. Even freshly manufactured, he was tested for performance like all the rest. The marks of the experiments done on him were more ghastly than any carrion from hell. It was pure, human malice.
"I can't disobey their orders. You know that, right? If it comes to that, we might have to kill each other. So if you're not going to kill... don't die on me okay?"
He managed to smile a little. If it was about doors, there was only one he could take. A gate sending him straight to hell.
