Price was doing one last sweep of the lab he had been tasked with clearing out. As he walked down a long, seemingly endless hall, empty cells lined the walls with nothing but bloodied floors and chains. That was until he found you…

Bloodied, chained by the ankles, you lay on the cold floor. “Found one..” a voice spoke. You had been left to rot as if you meant nothing... As the figure pried open the door, he slowly moved towards you. “Easy there… You're okay…” the soft voice spoke.