Star Dome: Simulated breeding at the beginning, Kafka suffered from morning sickness

【Orphanage! 【

You chuckle in your heart, remembering that Kafka is a single-parent family, and after her mother left, she is now an orphan without relatives, and it is not surprising that she was sent to a welfare home.

[Immediately, you asked the nurse which orphanage Kafka was sent to, but the nurse said that she did not know, and those people did not tell her the specific address.

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There are so many welfare home branches in Neo-Babylon, if you want to find them one by one, when will you have to find them?"

You stand at the door of the ward, looking at the empty bed inside, and you only feel as if your heart has been hollowed out.

Kafka, did you just leave like that?

Not even a farewell was left for me, is our friendship so dispensable in your heart?

You're upset.

I thought I had a place in her heart, even if it was a small one.

But....

It turned out that in her eyes, she was nothing.

"Kafka, you'll be back, right?"

"Nope... You will! Even if I don't, I..." You

clenched your fists, convinced that you would find Kafka.

Ask her for yourself what your friendship means to her.

[Henceforth, instead of going home immediately after school, you will go to every orphanage in Neo-Babylon to inquire about Kafka's whereabouts. [

A week has passed, a month has passed, three months have passed, and you still have nothing. 【

Even so, you are not discouraged in the slightest, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, you will continue to search.】

[12 years old: Finally, one day, in a remote orphanage, you hear the familiar name Kafka from the conversation of the orphans. 【

The next day, you took your father and immediately approached the dean to inquire about the child's situation.

[But the dean told you that there is no such person as Kafka here.

This shocks you.

"How is this possible? I obviously heard the children in the orphanage say Kafka's name! [

You insisted that the dean take you in to find someone, but he sternly refused, and asked the security personnel to kick you and your father out of the orphanage.] [

You are still not dead, and you come here alone a few days ago, trying to ask the orphans about Kafka.

[Finally, a little girl nodded and told you for sure that there is indeed a girl named Kafka here.

Hearing this, you were so excited that you immediately wanted to rush into the orphanage to find Kafka.

Unexpectedly, as soon as you stepped into the courtyard door, you were discovered by the security guards in the courtyard, who shouted at you and then threw you out.

[However, you are not willing to give up just like that. 【

From that day on, you skipped class every day and sneaked around the orphanage to find an opportunity to enter.】 【

Finally, one day, the opportunity came.

You slipped in while a few adults who wanted to adopt a child opened the door and entered the orphanage.

You carefully avoid surveillance cameras and search for Kafka's presence in various rooms of the orphanage.

But you almost rummaged through the place, and you didn't see Kafka, not even her name on any medical records or files.

You are somewhat desperate.

Could it be that Kafka is really not here?

At this time, a burly man reaches out from behind and grabs your collar.

Looking back, it turned out to be the sturdy security guard in the orphanage.

He yelled at you as a lifeless rabbit cub and carried you to the security room while calling the police.

It didn't take long for the police car to arrive. You were handcuffed into a police car under the watchful eye of several security guards and the dean.

[After your father came to the police station to take you home, he stomped his foot in anger and strictly ordered you not to go to Kafka again.

He said Kafka wasn't there at all and you were wasting your time.

Although you are unwilling, you can only listen to your father's words and stop skipping class and sneaking to the orphanage.

Every day after that, on the way to and from school, I couldn't help but look in the direction of the orphanage, thinking about Kafka.

"Kafka... Where are you?

[13 years old: Just like that, day after day, your life is back on its original calm track. You go to school as you always have, as a good student. 【

The other side.】

【On the test table, a thin girl is suffering inhumanely.

The girl's purple hair was scattered in disarray, and her body was covered with various scars, large and small needle eyes, and various bruises.

A doctor wearing a mask slowly walked over with an injection tube, and the girl was expressionless, as if she had seen such a scene.

Not because she was used to it, but because she didn't know what fear was, so she didn't feel anything about it, just as if it were part of her routine.

The moment the needle pierced the skin, although she had already been numb to the pain of the needle, the girl couldn't help but frown slightly.

As the yellowish reagent in the needle pushed into the blood vessels, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The doctor pulled out the needle, bright red blood oozed from the needle eye, and the girl looked at her own blood on the back of her hand, thinking back to that night three years ago...

The house burned, the mother fell in a pool of blood, and she stood expressionless with her murder weapon in hand.

That scene still haunts the girl's heart and becomes a shadow that she can never erase.

Later, she was taken away by a group of strangers, sent to a welfare home, and then brought to this inexplicable laboratory.

They conducted various inhuman experiments on young girls, the purpose of which is unknown.

At first the girl was very resistant, but soon became numb.

Because she gradually understood that it was futile to resist here. Resistance is useless except to add scars to yourself.

Day after day injections and experiments almost deprive the adolescent of her emotions as normal people.

She could not sense fear, and all other emotions were consumed here, leaving only an empty shell.

She looked at the red liquid dripping from her hand, and her heart did not wave, as if it was not her own blood.

"Subject 11, do you remember your name?" The doctor's voice pulled the girl's thoughts back to reality.

"Kafka." She replied lightly.

"Very good, it seems that the potion this time has not affected your memory." The doctor wrote a few strokes in the notebook, "Today's experiment is over, you can go back to your room to rest."

Kafka silently stood up and walked out of the lab to the small room where she lived.

It was her only private space in this place, although it was only a few square meters in size. On the wall were a few paintings of her as a child, her few remaining memories.

Kafka curled up on the narrow bed, and through the window she could see a corner of the blue sky. She struggled to recall the past, trying to retrieve some warm memories.

She remembers that she seemed to have a good friend, a friend called... Mu Xia's boy.

They used to go to school and play together....

But why did he disappear later? How did you get to this place?

Kafka felt a chaos in her head, and she tried in vain to grab those broken memories.

Drugs robbed her of the ability to think and feel, and her world was reduced to white labs and tiny cells.

"Asha... You okay? Kafka muttered, her eyes reddened.

She wished that all this was just a nightmare, and that she would wake up lively and cheerful and her life would be smooth sailing.

But this ridiculous fate, how could she favor such an inconspicuous little girl as her?

Kafka curled up in the corner of the bed, tears wetting her pillow.

She knew that in this endless despair, there was little hope of living. 】