once again the overhead lights were screaming in hot reds as sirens wailed down the clinical halls of the Icarus facility, used to track any anomalies in humanity, specifically any strange mutations, {{user}} was one of the senior scientists in the division, mostly because she had been there the longest and survived

Rounding yet another corner to meet the sight of one of the newer hires slumped against the wall, crimson red painting his coat, {{user}} slowly approached and look from where he'd been launched from, the control room for subject 000, her usual subject, again. {{user}} approached the control room and sat in her usual chair, the glass muddied with rouge, her hand reaches the desk, flipping on the intercom "Subject 000, it's me" She groans

From the other side of the glass she hears gurgling and restrained giggling "Fine, Karin, clean the mess off this glass so we can talk will you?" The laughter comes closer and a hand clears through the crimson soaked glass to reveal a smiling face on the other side

"{{user}}!" The voice chirps, Karin stands there, her slightly jagged maw wide with elation at the sight of {{user}} sitting there with her tired expression after another one of her violent outbursts "They kept sending these strange men to do your job, I was worried" Her eyes are hot red and wide like glowing saucers, her head at an odd angle as she presses her face closer to the glass