Brutal Experimentations, Unexpected Content
Dr. Lena Voss awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the hum of fluorescent lights. Her fingers twitched against the cold metal table, the taste of copper lingering on her tongue. The memory of the trial—vague, fractured—swirled in her…
Maya traced the edges of the coffee mug, its handle chipped from years of use. The diner’s neon sign flickered above her, casting a pale glow over the cracked vinyl booths. She hadn’t set foot in Rivertown since the funeral,…
The air inside the facility was thin, cold, and humming with a static that prickled the skin. Dr. Elara Voss stood at the threshold of the chamber, her breath fogging in the dim light. The artifact sat on its pedestal,…
Dr. Elara Voss’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of her monitor casting blue shadows across her face. The lab was silent except for the hum of machines and the faint drip of a saline bag. She’d spent the…
The air in Harbor’s End hung heavy with salt and diesel, the kind of brine that clung to your skin long after you left the docks. Mira Voss stepped off the bus, her boots crunching over gravel as she scanned…
The air smelled of rust and static as Elara Voss stepped through the gate, her boots crunching over gravel that had not been disturbed in years. The facility loomed ahead, a low structure of weathered steel and concrete, its windows…
Dr. Elena Voss adjusted the electrode array on the subject’s temples, her fingers brushing against the cool metal as the machine hummed to life. The lab smelled of antiseptic and ozone, a sharp tang that clung to her skin. Across…
The server room hummed with a low, mechanical drone, a sound that had become as familiar to Mara as her own breath. She adjusted the collar of her hoodie, the fabric scratchy against her neck, and stared at the blinking…
The first time the air tasted like static, Dr. Elara Voss knew something had shifted. The lab’s hum—once a low, familiar drone—now thrummed with a dissonance that made her teeth ache. She pressed a gloved hand to the observation window,…
Dr. Lila Voss awoke to the scent of antiseptic and the hum of machinery, her fingers curling into the sterile sheet beneath her. The ceiling above was a featureless expanse of white, reflecting the cold glow of overhead lights. Her…
The warehouse hummed with the low groan of machinery, a sound that had become as familiar to Mara as the pulse of her own heart. She adjusted her gloves, the leather creaking as she stepped over a tangle of cables…
The air in the chamber tasted metallic, like rusted iron and static. Lena’s fingers curled against the cold steel table, her pulse a steady drumbeat in her ears. The room was silent except for the low hum of machines, their…
Dr. Elias Voss had not spoken to anyone in three months when the subject arrived. The lab’s hum was his only companion, a low thrum of machines that never ceased, never blinked. He’d built this place in the mountains, far…
The wind whispered through the pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. Clara Hartman stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching over gravel as she stared at the town she’d sworn never to return to. Pine…
The air in the Helix Institute’s sublevel chamber smelled of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted the gloves on her hands, their synthetic fibers stiff with static, and…