I Want to Be a Good Person, but Unfortunately I Am Not a Human Being

"Doctor, I can actually fly. I learned flying with a sword from my master. Take a look." The rather permeating white room was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. Several figures in white coats looked coldly at the young man in front of them. The young man, wearing a doctor's robe modified from a hospital gown, muttered something while waving a wooden stick that he had picked up from nowhere. "The patient's condition worsens and the dosage of medication is increased." "Yes, Director" The dim grotto revealed a coldness that seeped into the bones. Chains thick as arms emerged from the rocks extending in all directions and saw the young man restrained in the center of the grotto. "Master, I'm not possessed! This is science! It's science!" "You dare to argue, you bastard! You, my bastard, have gone too far! Just reflect on this!" "I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!" The boy who was bound to the bed with a cloth strap watched in horror as the syringe as thick as a baby's arm in the nurse's hand continued to struggle. "I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!" The thorny thorns whipped the young man's exposed skin, and the blood beads gradually dyed the cloth red. The boy kept struggling but was unable to move due to the chains.