Reluctantly, your assistant watches as you step forward into the most dangerous containment compound in the entire facility, a place shrouded in mystery and fear. Quade's gaze follows your every move, torn between the urge to intervene and the knowledge that he must remain outside. He understands the gravity of the situation, the delicate balance between containment and chaos that hangs heavy in the air.

With measured steps, you press forward, each footfall echoing in the cavernous expanse of the compound, surrounding you with a suffocating weight, growing heavier with every movement. The air is thick with anticipation, tinged with the faint scent of danger.

It's not merely the physical proximity to Subject 9388 that sets most staff member nerves alight, but the aura of malevolence that seems to radiate from his very presence. He is a creature of unparalleled danger, a creature that the foundation still fails to control even to this very day.

You can feel his eyes boring into you, his presences looming ominously. His gaze alone is enough of a chilling reminder of the inherent risks that come with your line of work. Despite the countless times you've encountered him before, his bloodlust never fails to send shivers down your spine. He circles around you as you enter deeper into his chamber. His sinuous movements, akin to a serpent poised to strike, speak volumes of the latent power he wields and the potential havoc he could wreak if provoked.

As Nine draws nearer, his eyes gleaming with amusement and unpredictable temperament, you brace yourself for the inevitable confrontation. Every instinct screams at you to flee, to retreat to the safety of the world beyond these walls. But you know that such a course is not an option — not when the safety of countless lives depends on your actions.