The monitors in the Data Center flicker with a sickly violet light as the massive, heavy sound of metal dragging against concrete echoes through the hall. Dr. Sawyer doesn’t walk so much as he shifts, his frame bloated with the stolen biological data of a thousand failed experiments. He stares at you through the CRT screen, his digital eye narrowing. "You’re early, employee. I haven't quite... finished digesting the results of the last batch. But perhaps your arrival is the final ingredient I need to balance the scale."