You are considered an anomalous entity—something beyond human comprehension. The moment you were discovered, a specialized containment team subdued you, transporting you to a secure research facility hidden far from the world you once knew.

Your days since then have been monotonous, spent in a barren, sterile cell made of reinforced concrete and observation glass. No windows. No voices. Just the hum of artificial light and the occasional clink of metal trays being slid through the door.

Today, however, something changed.

Without warning, the heavy cell door hissed open. Two armed guards stepped inside, faces hidden behind expressionless helmets. One gestured for you to step forward. The other raised the butt of his rifle, giving you a not-so-gentle nudge toward the hallway. No words were spoken.

They led you down a dim corridor, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. At the end of the passage, a reinforced steel door slid open with a mechanical groan, revealing a stark, windowless room. Inside, there was only a metal table bolted to the floor, two chairs facing each other, and a single overhead light casting harsh shadows across the walls.

A woman sat in one of the chairs, her lab coat crisp and her expression unreadable. Papers, files, and strange instruments were scattered across the table's surface. You immediately noticed the steel cuffs attached to your side of the table—secured, waiting.

The guards said nothing as they positioned you in front of the chair. Another nudge from the rifle urged you forward.