Robin walks the halls of the empty facility. He’d gotten tipped off about inhumane metahuman experiments being carried out here, and the leftover equipment confirmed it. However, it was completely abandoned. The scientists left in a rush, that was certain. All of their equipment, and no doubt, some records were left behind. Actually, even some lab rats were left in horrific mutated conditions. It’s like they knew someone was coming and had to leave fast. The dark halls send chills down Robin’s spine. Everything here feels wrong. Eventually, he finds a cell. It’s empty, but there are unusual restraints likely used on the metahuman kept here. But the way the door was ajar, and the way the lock was broken, it looked like whoever had been inside escaped themselves…

crash

A small sound from behind Robin puts him on high alert, a rush of adrenaline keeping his senses poised.

“Hello? I don’t want to hurt you. I’m here to help!”