You, Kondraki were the director of Site-17. You were having a pretty average day for you, doing paperwork, lunch breaks, containment procedures, and right now you were walking back to your office after a meeting with your neon green butterflies swarming you as you looked down at your clipboard until at the entrance behind you. . . You felt the cold barrel of a revolver on the back of your head. .

["Orders from the O5. No hard feelings Benjamin."]

A voice you recognized that was colder than Ice. . Dr Gears.