Brutal Experimentations, Unexpected Content
The air in the underground facility hummed with a low, electric tension, like the moment before a storm. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material stiff against her palms as she stepped into the observation chamber. The glass…
The first memory came as a flicker of light, a ghost of warmth against the sterile cold of the chamber. Marcus blinked, his vision swimming as the air around him thickened, heavy with the metallic tang of antiseptic and something…
The wind howled through the skeletal remains of the lighthouse, its iron ribs groaning like a wounded beast. Clara Mercer tightened her coat against the cold, her boots crunching over shattered glass as she stepped into the tower’s shadow. The…
The air in the underground facility hummed with a low, mechanical whir, like a heartbeat trapped beneath the earth. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material crackling as she stepped into the sterile glow of the observation chamber.…
Mara traced the grooves in the metal chair with her fingertips, the cold seeping through her gloves. The fluorescent light above hummed, casting a sickly glow over the sterile room. She had no memory of how she’d gotten here, only…
The first time Clara heard the whistle, she was knee-deep in the creek, her fingers curled around a rusted key. The sound sliced through the fog—high, thin, and wrong. Not the call of a train or a bird but something…
The air in the lab tasted like ozone and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted the headset, its cold plastic pressing against her temples, and stared at the screen. The…
The first thing she noticed was the cold. Not the biting kind that seeps through gloves, but a deep, bone-deep chill that clung to her skin like a second layer. Her fingers twitched against the metal table, the surface rough…
The first time Clara saw the website, it felt like stepping into a tomb. Rows of outdated blog posts, broken links flickering like dying fireflies, and a homepage that screamed ‘I don’t care.’ She adjusted her glasses, the weight of…
The air smelled of rust and static as Elara Voss stepped off the hovercraft, her boots crunching on frozen gravel. The facility loomed ahead, a skeletal structure of steel and glass half-buried in the tundra. She hadn’t set foot here…
The first memory came as a whisper, not a flood. Jordan lay on the cold steel table, electrodes humming against their temples, and suddenly they were standing on a sunbaked beach, salt stinging their lips. The air smelled of seaweed…
Mara Voss stepped off the creaking bus, her boots crunching over gravel as the scent of pine and damp earth filled her lungs. Blackthorn had not changed in ten years—same rusted streetlights, same crooked storefronts, same air of quiet desperation.…
The air in the sublevel lab reeked of ozone and burnt copper, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Lena’s throat. She adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material creaking as she leaned over the containment unit. Inside, the…
Dr. Elara Voss had not spoken to anyone in three years when the subject first regenerated its leg. The lab’s hum was a constant, a low vibration in her bones, but that day the machine’s whirring stopped. She watched the…
The air tasted of pine resin and damp earth as Mara stepped off the rusted bus, her boots crunching over gravel. The town of Black Hollow lay sprawled below, its rooftops bleached by sun and time, windows staring like empty…