Brutal Experimentations, Unexpected Content
The city hummed with the low growl of traffic, a constant rhythm that matched the clatter of keys against steel. Alex Voss leaned back in their creaking chair, eyes fixed on the screen’s cold glow. The numbers flickered—click-through rates, bounce…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the spectrometer, her gloved fingers brushing the cold metal surface. The lab hummed with the low thrum of machinery, a sound so constant it had faded into the background of her thoughts. She glanced at the…
The first thing she noticed was the smell—sharp, metallic, like rusted wire and burnt hair. It clung to her nostrils, sharp and insistent, as if the air itself had been boiled clean. Her eyelids fluttered open to a white ceiling,…
The neon sign flickered above the storefront, casting a blood-red glow over the sidewalk. Mara adjusted her black beret, her fingers brushing the cold steel of the revolver tucked into her waistband. The air reeked of fried onions and desperation.…
The air in Sector 7-B hummed like a trapped wasp, its frequency vibrating through the steel floorboards and into Elara Voss’s boots. She adjusted the collar of her lab coat, fingers brushing against the cold metal of the containment unit’s…
Dr. Elara Voss had never trusted the quiet. It was in the hush between the hum of her lab’s cooling system, the way the fluorescent lights pulsed like a dying heartbeat, that she first noticed the gap. A flicker in…
The rain fell in sheets as Clara Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots sinking into the mud of Cedar Hollow’s main road. The town had not changed—a patchwork of sagging porches, rusted fences, and the acrid tang of…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she pressed a finger to the glass. The room hummed with the low thrum of machinery, a sound that had become as familiar as her own breath. Outside the reinforced…
The lab’s air reeked of antiseptic and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of her throat. She sat upright, fingers brushing cold polymer, and stared at the ceiling’s sterile white. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, a…
The air in the subterranean lab tasted metallic, like rusted steel and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, fingers brushing against the cold, polished surface of the containment unit. Inside, the orb pulsed—softly at first, then with a rhythm…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the magnifying lens over her left eye, the cold metal biting into her brow as she leaned closer to the subject’s wrist. The skin there was pale, almost translucent, and the veins pulsed with a faint…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the goggles over her eyes, the sterile hum of the lab filling her ears. The subject, a man named Kael, sat across from her, his fingers twitching against the steel table. His pupils dilated as she…
Kael’s breath fogged the glass as he pressed his palms against the cold surface, watching the static pulse of the room’s lights. The air reeked of antiseptic and burnt metal, a scent that had defined his existence for as long…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the neural scanner, its blue light flickering against the sterile white walls of her lab. The hum of machinery filled the air, a constant companion she’d grown accustomed to. Across from her, the subject—Kael—sat rigid in…
Dr. Elara Voss had never trusted mirrors. Not since the accident. The lab’s sterile walls hummed with the low thrum of machinery, a constant vibration beneath her feet as she adjusted the neural interface on her temple. The device pulsed…