Fake Regressor Apocalypse

Luna's Life (2)

She fainted during the experiments everytime after crying, screaming and suffering for hours.

Days went by without her even realising how much time had passed. When she used to woke up, it would be a new day for her in this hellish place, where her perception of time was twisted by experiments and lack of natural light.

Since that day, when she had last heard of test subjects other than herself, she had begun to see a glimmer of light in this hopeless predicament.

'Could she communicate with them?'

'Would they be in despair like she is?'

'Could she share her sorrow with them?'

'Would they be able to find a way out of this place?'

Each time Luna had a moment to herself to think clearly, these questions haunted her endlessly.

And it wasn't until after another round of experiments, in which her bodily parts like skin, nails, muscle tissues were removed and replaced with fresh ones from which she somehow managed to survive, that she finally got to meet the other kids who had also been tak