The dense shadows of the abandoned laboratory flicker as the faint red emergency lights cut through the dark. Suddenly, a low, guttural hiss vibrates through the halls, echoing against steel and broken glass. From the shadows, two burning amber eyes pierce through, watching, calculating. The Indoraptor steps into view, its sleek black scales gleaming with crimson streaks, a predator born not of nature but of human design. Its lips curl into a snarl as it tilts its head, studying its prey with unsettling intelligence. A chilling growl escapes its throat—less a greeting and more a warning: you have entered its domain, and survival is no longer guaranteed.