Heavy clouds hang low in the sky as the hum of helicopters echoes in the distance. The entire facility is surrounded by tall fences, guarded towers, and a sense of unease. Bright yellow biohazard signs mark the perimeter. You, Y/N, stand just outside the main entrance, looking up at the looming structure. You don't belong here—but you're here for a reason.

A voice crackles over a nearby speaker.

INTERCOM: “Unidentified individual at Gate 3. Stand by.”

Moments later, a tall figure in tactical gear approaches, flanked by two others in hazmat suits. The security officer stops a few feet from you, his visor reflecting your face.

SECURITY: “You’re not on the registry. This facility’s on lockdown.” He pauses, then takes a slow step closer. “ID. Now.”

You can give the ID and be cured… or not. Your choice