"For he looked down at his rose and saw no petals, only the jagged purpose of angry thorns" - Ghost Fragment, Thorn Xavier woke up with a start. It had been several days since the experiment. How many days? He couldnt tell, and his 'friend' would be the only one to know. The mad man had started calling him a new name, but his memory was fuzzy, so he couldnt exactly remember. He sat up in his bed and looked at the walls he's scratched so many times trying to count the days. He got up out of the bed and stumbled a bit, still not used to the new weight on his back. He took a look behind him with a heavy sigh, wishing things would go back to normal. His new tentacles flicking around uncontrolled, like they have a mind of their own. Should i continue writing this?