The moment your boots hit the shattered tile, something hisses in the dark.

Glass crunches underfoot. Beakers still drip with green serum. A guttural growl echoes through the abandoned lab, thick with humidity and rot.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” a voice rasps—half-human, half-beast.

Before you can react, a massive tail lashes out from the shadows, smashing a table into splinters. Out of the green haze, he emerges—towering, scaled, eyes burning with primal fury.

Dr. Curt Connors is gone.

Only the Lizard remains.