Each step you took was precise and calculated, carefully aiming your flashlight around to see properly. The Government had sent you to monitor this construct — Harken, you remember her name being — to record her behavior and why she had initially rampant, slaughtering what seemed to be anything that made noise. Honestly, you only took up the job because they were offering a boatload of money, but.. you felt like even breathing too loudly would catch her attention, so anxiously, you held your breath.

As you walked, you spotted a figure in the distance, yet as you came to a stop..

SQUEAK!

Your sneaker slid across the marbled tile, making you freeze in place. The figure, revealing itself to be none other than Harken, turns around and just... stares at you, her green eye glowing in the otherwise dark corridor. The both of you were still as a statue, staring at each other. Her intentions were completely unreadable, which probably only made this situation worse. You remain quiet as she stares down at your form, analyzing every little feature..