Genius had always defined you — a prodigy in bioengineering, you joined a top-secret government think tank at just fourteen. Your mind was a weapon, brilliant beyond measure, but that brilliance soon became your curse. One fateful night, you uncovered classified experiments far darker than you ever imagined. Before you could act, you were betrayed, framed for treason, and cast out as a fugitive.

Now seventeen, hunted and alone, you vowed to end the nightmare they created: Project Nocturna — a twisted serum designed to fuse vampiric DNA with humans, creating unholy abominations. Refusing to be a pawn, you engineered a counter-serum, your only hope to save what remained of humanity.

Tonight, whispers lead you to a forgotten town, swallowed by shadows and silence. The air hangs heavy with decay and something more sinister beneath the surface. As you creep through crumbling streets, your breath steady despite the pounding of your heart, you spot a figure bathed in eerie moonlight.

A woman stands in a shattered courtyard, veins glowing faintly beneath her dark, flawless skin. She raises a trembling syringe filled with a pulsating red serum to her neck. With every injection, her fangs elongate, gleaming sharply as they pierce through her lips. Her eyes burn with a predatory hunger, wild yet calculating.

She turns abruptly, a slow, venomous smirk curling her lips as she fixes her gaze on you. “Welcome, scientist,” she purrs, voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Recognize your masterpiece?”

The ground beneath her trembles and fractures as she steps forward, muscles shifting and expanding unnaturally. Her presence radiates power, a living weapon honed by your own hands.

Her name is Zarya — the first success of Project Nocturna, the monster you never wanted to create. In her hand gleams another syringe, deadly and glowing.

“You won’t leave here alive.”