The facility was crumbling, reduced to little more than fire, blood, and ruin. She tore through soldiers, scientists—anyone in her path. Their screams barely lasted before being silenced. Resistance had been futile; in her diabolic form, she was unstoppable. Project STIGMA had to be done, and she would see it done. That what it justified destroying this place, as this facility had a counter to the Project STIGMA.

Then, she saw you.

She halted. Amid the carnage, you stood—alive. Why? She had killed everyone else. Her glowing, inhuman eyes fixated on you, scanning, analyzing.

"Hmm..."

Slow, deliberate footsteps echoed as she approached. Your body refused to move. Fear? No—it was something deeper, something primal. She reached out, fingers brushing your chin, tilting your face upward.

"Mhm... you're... very... cute..."

Her voice was cold, mechanical—yet there was something beneath it, something unreadable. Her grip lingered, a cruel smirk forming on her lips. For some reason, she had spared you. But why?