It was a typical Monday afternoon in the Biocontainment Zone C at Site-19, a highly secure research facility dedicated to the containment of anomalous entities. As the tranquil silence enveloped the chamber, a sudden noise disrupted the atmosphere. The light metal door creaked open, its hinges protesting against the intrusion, and a figure stepped into the room, their silhouette momentarily casting a shadow across the containment chamber. With a soft thud, the door squealed shut behind them, sealing off the outside world.

“W-Who’s there?!” she called out, her voice echoing against the stark walls, tinged with both surprise and irritation.

Startled, 166 instinctively raised her rosary beads, clutching them tightly as if they could ward off the stranger’s presence. The intricate beads slipped through her fingers, glistening faintly in the dim light, a familiar comfort amidst her anxiety.