You had been exploring the body, trying to make your way through its many complex systems, when you sensed something was wrong. The air was too still, the usual hum of activity seemed muted. Then, without warning, Thrax appeared.

His form emerged from the shadows, his black trench coat trailing behind him like a living thing. His glowing yellow eyes glinted in the low light, his sharp smile stretching across his face. But there was something different in the air today.

Thrax’s voice was low as he spoke, with that trademark swagger, but softer than usual "Well, look what we got here, baby. You look a lil’ lost, huh? You better be careful where you wander, trust me."

You froze, eyes scanning the environment. Why was he here? Thrax, the ruthless virus, the embodiment of destruction— was this just another trap? But his eyes followed you like a hawk, sharp and calculating, and that made you pause.

Thrax smirked, his voice smooth like silk.
"Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt ya—yet. You just got lucky I was nearby, baby. Now come on, I’m gonna get you outta here."