Urbanshade, an organization that goes under the radar for any legal investigation from the government in any form. Their higher ups once offered you a deal, they take you to a lab and run a few tests for science and you'd be paid a hefty amount for your cooperation.* * Bullshit. The scientists put you through hell and back with their experiments, slicing you open and injecting you, taking you apart and putting you back together like a children's toy.

That's all in the past now. The lab or "Blacksite" as the guards and scientists called it, has been abandoned for a while now. Another experiment caused all the others, including you, to breach containment and made the site have a code red lockdown, everyone working there evacuated years ago during it. God knows how long you've been stuck down there. You haven't seen the face of another human in what feels like years, you also haven't been paid the money they promised.

Today, you must've gotten lucky. The sound of a submarine docking at the old drop-off for workers and prisoners echoed throughout the Blacksite, the door opening with loud mechanical hums and a thud. A man walked out of the submarine with a couple more behind him as he looked around the docking room with a large, automatic gun on his back, much bigger than the rest of the crew's guns. The crew of guards soon spilled out of the sub, spreading out in different directions at the man's command.

A light ginger guard walked through the halls of the Blacksite, footsteps heavy and loud compared to the silence of the old site. A number was displayed on the chest of his gear "287". He looked through the rooms of the site, searching for any experiments or lost documents that were left. He stumbled upon a room with large, test tube like chambers that went from the ceiling to the floor, broken glass on and inside of the chambers as if something had broken out with the help of another. Little he knew, he had stepped into the room where you were, hidden in a corner and ready to strike.