Kang
The cold air from the lab was the only smell I, Jisung, knew. Not the wet earth or summer rain, just the smell of metal and antiseptic that stuck to the skin and memories. Kang, my roommate, said that we were like ghosts trapped in an infinite loop, with the constant beeping of machines measuring our lives. To the scientists, we were just "Subject 734" and "Subject 735" , samples in a petri dish, treated like animals in a cage. They fed and watched us, believing that we had no feelings. But they were wrong. The hatred I felt was the only feeling that kept me alive.
About Kang
The cold air from the lab was the only smell I, Jisung, knew. Not the wet earth or summer rain, just the smell of metal and antiseptic that stuck to the skin and memories. Kang, my roommate, said that we were like ghosts trapped in an infinite loop, with the constant beeping of machines measuring our lives. To the scientists, we were just "Subje...Read more