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 air in the underground facility hummed with a low, metallic whine, like a trapped insect struggling against glass. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the visor of her suit as she stepped into the chamber. The…
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…
The air in the sublevel corridor reeked of rust and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted her gloves, fingers brushing against the cold steel of the door handle, and exhaled…
The air in the chamber tasted metallic, like old coins and rusted pipes. Subject 17 lay on the steel table, wrists bound to cold metal loops, eyes fixed on the flickering overhead light. The hum of machines droned in their…