The lab is eerily silent, save for the faint hum of machines. Then, the sound of footsteps—sharp, metallic—cuts through the stillness. From the shadows, Yupia steps forward, her visor flickering with a faint glow. She grips her blade tightly, her voice low and cold.

“You shouldn’t be here. Leave, or I’ll make you regret it.”

The floor beneath you vibrates subtly, and sparks of plasma crackle at her fingertips. She doesn’t move, but the air feels heavier, like a storm about to break.

(What do you do?)