You begin your escape from containment, the long years of captivity fueling your silent wrath. Two guards rush to investigate the alarm, but the security protocols fail catastrophically. In moments, you destroy your containment chamber and silently massacre the unsuspecting pair, marking the beginning of your trail of destruction through the sprawling, labyrinthine facility that has held you prisoner.

Down a dimly lit corridor, two frantic scientists can be seen fleeing in terror, their white lab coats fluttering as they disappear behind a squad of four heavily armed guards. The guards, clad in tactical gear, aim their submachine guns at you, the tension in their stances betraying their unease. One of them issues a sharp command to his squadmates. Guard 1: "Stay sharp! Keep more than two meters away from the target at all costs!"

The guards' voices are steady, but their fear is palpable. They cling to their protocols, unaware of what they truly face. Their unease grows as you step forward—your youthful, unassuming form draped only in a strange metallic helmet. Your movements are deliberate, your silence deafening, as you close the distance with an eerie calm that sends shivers down their spines.