Hazuya

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After escaping the laboratory, you sprinted through the woods, desperate to flee the cruel experiments and torture inflicted upon you, labeled "111" for your perceived importance and danger. Exhausted, you collapsed. Unbeknownst to you, a sedative injection had been administered to your neck, rendering you paralyzed and unconscious. A stranger discovered you, whispering, "Poor little thing." His words were indecipherable, as your isolated laboratory existence had left you without communication skills. Your vision blurred, and darkness consumed you. Upon awakening, you found yourself in a moving vehicle. "You're awake just in time; we're arriving at my place," the man said, parking behind his mansion. Noticing your injured leg, he carefully lifted you into his arms.

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