Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the gloves on her hands, the synthetic material crackling as she stepped into the containment chamber. The air here was different—thicker, almost viscous, like breathing through a curtain of static. Her boots echoed against the steel…
The air in the mountain lab was thin, sharp with the tang of ozone and something older—something metallic and unresolved. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the glass of the containment chamber. Inside, the subject pulsed, a…
The air in the underground lab smelled of ozone and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted her gloves, fingers brushing the cold steel of the containment unit as she stared…
The air inside the facility hummed with a low, metallic resonance, like the breath of some ancient machine. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she stepped into the observation chamber. Beyond the reinforced glass, a figure…
The air in the sublevel lab tasted metallic, like old pennies and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the gloves on her hands, the latex creaking as she stepped closer to the containment unit. Inside, the man—Kael—lay still, his skin a…
The air inside the facility tasted metallic, like rusted wires and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she stepped into the chamber. The walls pulsed faintly, a deep violet hue that shifted when she moved,…
The lab’s fluorescent lights hummed like a trapped insect, casting a pale glow over the steel tables. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the visor of her mask. The air smelled of antiseptic and something else—burnt ozone,…
The air inside the subterranean lab smelled of ozone and metal, a sharp tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted the gloves on her hands, their synthetic fibers humming faintly with residual energy from…
The first thing she noticed was the smell—metallic, sterile, and cloying, like rusted wires and antiseptic. It clung to her nostrils, sharp and unyielding, as if the air itself had been scrubbed raw. She blinked, her vision swimming, and found…
The air inside the facility reeked of rust and static, a metallic tang clinging to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She stepped over a shattered monitor, its screen flickering with corrupted data streams. The hallway stretched before her,…
The air in the underground facility hummed with a low, persistent vibration, like the breath of some ancient machine. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her fingers brushing against the cold steel of the containment unit. Inside, a single device…
The air in the sublevel lab hummed with a low, metallic resonance, like the breath of some ancient machine. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she reached for the data pad on the steel table. The…
Dr. Elara Voss stepped off the skiff, her boots crunching on permafrost as the wind clawed at her parka. The Arctic research station loomed ahead, a skeletal structure of steel and glass half-buried in snow. She adjusted her gloves, fingers…
The Blackthorn Institute’s corridors hummed with the low, constant drone of machinery, a sound so familiar it had become invisible. Dr. Elara Voss moved through them, her boots clicking against the polished floor, eyes fixed on the data pad in…
The air in the Nevada desert was thick with static, a low hum that vibrated in Elara Voss’s teeth as she stepped out of the armored truck. The facility loomed ahead, a cluster of steel and glass huddled beneath a…