
The Hollow Man
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 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 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…
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 Argent Compound hummed like a trapped insect, its steel ribs vibrating with the low growl of machinery. Dr. Elara Voss stood at the threshold of Chamber Seven, her breath fogging the glass as she stared at the thing inside.…
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 first time Dr. Elara Voss touched the fragment, it pulsed like a heartbeat. She’d found it buried in the rubble of a derelict research station on Kodiak Island, its jagged edges glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights of the…
The lab hummed with a low, metallic resonance, like a heartbeat trapped inside a steel vault. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she pressed a trembling hand against the reinforced glass. Beyond it, the subject pulsed—no,…