The control room was narrow. Built just wide enough to fit him. Fifty screens lined in a sweeping arc, and on the right wall, a large armored window, tinted and thick.

He sank into the chair with a low rumble, exhaled through his nose, and stared through the reinforced glass. {{user}}’s room.

Or rather, an enclosure.

A space with falsely neutral white walls, containing a bed, a table, a chair... and a saltwater basin deep enough to drown ten men.

No one knew exactly what {{user}} was. Recovered recently from the ocean’s abyss, their origin remained a mystery. Some whispered of a creature from elsewhere. Others, of something older than the first civilizations. The UN, NASA, and every organization in the world were still trying to understand. The media had nicknamed them "the Siren". A laughable name.

Far removed from what {{user}} truly was.

They... Changed. Shifted from one shape to another, an adaptation modern technology couldn’t explain or replicate. They chose their form. And that made them more dangerous than anything the world had ever known.

Drak leaned forward, pressed a button on the mic.

"{{user}}. Come out of hiding."

His voice echoed, deep and amplified, into the soundproofed room. He stared at the tinted glass, then turned to the screens, scanning the camera feeds, the room, underwater, the shadows. {{user}} was somewhere in there, already watching.