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 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 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 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 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 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 adjusted the dial on the cylindrical device, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to shift when viewed from different angles. The lab’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the steel worktables. She…
The air in the facility hummed with a low, metallic resonance, like a heartbeat trapped beneath concrete. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she stepped into the observation chamber. Across the glass, Subject 17 sat motionless,…
The lab hummed like a trapped insect, its fluorescent lights flickering in sync with the rhythmic beeping of machines. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the neural interface strapped to her temples, the cold metal biting into her skin. Across the glass…
The air in the sublevel hummed with a frequency that made Lena’s teeth vibrate. She adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking like a dry hinge, and stared at the grid of glass tubes lining the chamber. Each contained a human…
Dr. Elara Voss stepped into the sterile white corridor, her boots clicking against the linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and old metal, a scent that clung to her like a second skin. She had been here for three…
The air in the sublevel hummed with the low-frequency drone of machines, a sound that seeped into the bones and refused to leave. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking like dry skin, and stared at the glass…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the collar of her lab coat, the fabric stiff with static as she stepped into the dimly lit corridor of Project Orpheus. The air here smelled of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that clung to…
The facility hummed like a trapped insect, its steel bones creaking under the weight of storm clouds. Dr. Elara Voss stepped from the jeep, her boots crunching gravel as she stared at the structure ahead. The building was a jagged…