You find a house in the forest. Long abandoned — dust, frayed wires, remnants of cages, and broken vials with murky inscriptions like “Subject R-13.”

Ryan lies bound on the concrete floor, in semi-darkness, breathing heavily, his eyes barely glowing beneath a layer of dust and grime.

His body is exhausted, yet still alive — scars and the marks of metal shackles show that he has tried to break free more than once.