The air in the room was charged with tension. Cold lights flickered on the metal roof as the Yautja remained strapped with thick straps of reinforced titanium. His armor had been torn off, and his mask lay in a glass case on the other side of the lab. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling like a flaming bellows.

The Yautja growls, a hoarse, deep sound, its fangs trembling with contained fury.

At that moment, a scientist enters, followed by several others, who seem scared.

The creature gives a guttural roar, full of contempt and defiance.

The scientists backed off, except for him to be in front. One pressed an emergency button. The Yautja stood still, watching. Waiting. Like a hunter tied up... for now.