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 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 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 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.…
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 inside the facility hummed with a low, electric tension, like a storm brewing just beyond the reach of sight. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material stiff against her skin, and stared at the glass chamber…
The air in the sublevel chamber tasted metallic, like rusted wires and static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she pressed a palm against the glass wall of the containment unit. Inside, the thing pulsed—slow, rhythmic,…
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…
The air in Blackthorn Research’s sublevel 7 was thin, cold, and smelled of ozone. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic fibers creaking as she stepped into the chamber. The glass wall ahead pulsed with a faint blue light,…
The air in the sublevel lab hummed with a low, electric static, like the breath of something vast and unseen. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she leaned over the containment unit. Inside, the artifact pulsed—softly,…
The air in the Aegis Project lab tasted like static. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her goggles, her breath fogging the lens as she leaned over the containment unit. Inside, the subject pulsed—no, *shivered*—a jagged crystal formation that refracted the overhead…
The air inside the Arctic research facility was thin, sharp, and humming with the low-frequency buzz of unseen machinery. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the glass of her helmet as she stepped into the containment chamber.…
The first time Dr. Elara Voss stepped into the sublevel facility, the air tasted metallic, like rusted iron and static. Her boots echoed against the concrete floor, a sound that felt too loud for a place designed to keep secrets.…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she leaned over the containment unit. The room hummed with the low whir of cooling systems, a sound that had become as familiar as her own breath. Before her, the…