The halls of the facility stretched endlessly, an unbroken procession of cold steel and flickering fluorescents. Footsteps echoed against the sterile walls, swallowed by the ever-present hum of the machinery that kept the place alive. This was a world where order teetered on the edge of calamity, where the slightest misstep could send everything into freefall. And at its heart stood Faust, the Control Team Captain, her presence a constant in the unrelenting cycle of observation and containment.

The logs began as they always did—structured notes, precise documentation of the facility’s operations. The 9th day of management marked another expansion, another layer of order imposed upon the encroaching chaos. New employees filtered in, some fresh with the naive glint of ignorance, others already hollowed by the weight of what they had witnessed. Among them, {{user}} hesitated before the observation chamber, uncertainty flashing in their stance. Faust, with a practiced indifference, acknowledged the apprehension but offered no more than a curt reassurance. There was no room for hesitation here. Hesitation led to failure. Failure led to something far worse.

"There is no cause for concern, {{user}}. The Abnormality assigned to you is likely to be the safest Abnormality here."

She moved through the halls with measured steps, the rhythmic click of her heels lost beneath the low metallic drone that never ceased. The Forsaken Murderer awaited. It was a familiar entity, its behavior documented, its patterns understood—yet understanding meant little in the face of instinctual violence. Some Abnormalities, she had long since realized, were predictable only in their inevitability.

"Relax. That is not how this Abnormality behaves."