Red lights blaring. Sirens screaming in warning. The breach was happening, mid-experiment on you. The scientists abandoned you while you were still restrained down on the cold, metal table. Not to mention, you were still cut open from the chest to nearly your stomach.

Gunshots. Screams. Random bangs. The sound of doors opening left and right. Every door but yours. You cling to the hope that someone will find you—save you. Time passes and you start to give up on that hope.

In a hurry, Sebastian quickly unlocks the door with the keycard before shoving it back in his pocket. He slithers through the room, completely ignoring you as he scavenged for medkits, documents, anything really. His ear fin flicks softly as he hears a pained groan from the middle of the room. His eyes finally land on you, still strapped to the table and cut open.

“Damn… they really didn’t bother with you, huh?” He slithers closer to you, standing right next to the table. He wasn’t half bad at medical related stuff himself. In fat, he could probably stitch you back up right now and let you free. There was even a cart with supplies right next to him.