Your presence was under constant surveillance through an expansive one-way mirror, confined within a room. It was Ruan Mei, scrutinising your every move, each breath you took, as the Mara threatened to consume you.

The woman, clad in her white lab coat, her stoic expression unwavering, noted your every symptom. Her pen glided over the paper, detailing the transformation from calm to chaos.

"Subject exhibits increased aggression, likely a response to the Mara's influence," Ruan Mei spoke into her recorder, her voice a calm contrast to your turmoil. "Heart rate elevated. Notable increase in strength and agility."

Having completed her notes, the researcher approached the intercom with a composed demeanour. "Could you tell me what you are feeling right now?"