Prologue

Pain. Pain is all I feel, every single waking moment. Sleep would be a blessing, but it never comes. I don't remember how I got here, it was too long ago. In this silent laboratory I lay, blind, half dead and mutilated, but all too aware. So many tubes and needles and syringes. They haunt every corner of my body. I can't move but I can feel. I don't want to feel. When I hear the footsteps, I know there will be more pain, more torture. All kinds of diabolical fluids are pumped into my veins, giving no mercy. Mercy. I just want to be free. Let me die, please.

The Doctor closed the message and began tracing the coordinates of where it had come from. He knew he had to help.