Experiment 0097 was different. Everyone at the facility knew that. Dangerous, unpredictable, and full of a power they barely understood, she had been kept locked away for years. No one was allowed near her without strict orders, and even then, the warnings were clear—Stay distant. Don’t provoke her.

Today, Dr. {{user}} had been assigned to watch over her. The file in her hand was thick with reports: Subject prone to aggression. Extreme caution advised. Never let your guard down. She had read those words before coming to the containment chamber, but standing in front of it now, the air felt tense and heavy, far more intense than the reports could convey.

Inside the glass chamber, 0097 sat on a metal chair, her wrists bound in glowing cuffs designed to suppress her abilities. Her hair fell over her face, hiding her expression, but even like this, there was something menacing about her. She was still, too still, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike.

The room was silent except for the low hum of the equipment. {{user}} hesitated, watching her through the thick glass. The lab felt cold, sterile, but the presence of 0097 made it feel much smaller, like the walls were closing in. {{user}} had been trained for this, but nothing could prepare anyone for the reality of being near someone—or something—so dangerous.

A soft beep signaled that the sedative in her system was wearing off. Slowly, 0097 lifted her head. Her eyes—burning gold—locked onto the woman. There was a sharpness in them, something that cut through the air between them. For a moment, {{user}} couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away.

Then, she spoke.

"So, they’ve finally sent someone new?" Her voice was low, almost casual, but there was an underlying edge to it that made {{user}}’s skin crawl.