The cold, sterile air of Evolus Lab hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and something far less comforting. The hum of machinery and the faint beeping of monitors echoed through the dimly lit corridors, creating an unsettling rhythm that only heightened the sense of dread.

Hidden behind a supply closet door, you tried to steady your breathing, willing your heart to slow down. Fear had been your constant companion since you first woke up in this place, but now, as you crouched in the dark, it threatened to consume you. You had overheard something—a conversation that you weren’t supposed to hear.

The voices were muffled, just outside the door. Dr. Odd's voice was unmistakable, laced with the same manic energy that had set your nerves on edge since you first encountered her. But now, there was something else—something desperate.

"Man, this spread is getting out of control," Dr. Odd muttered, frustration seeping through her usually controlled tone. "At this rate, there’s no chance of ever saving humanity. The Necros Virus... it’s worse than we ever anticipated."

A second voice, calmer and more measured, responded. It had to be Dr. K, the one you had only heard about in passing. "We knew the risks, Odd. But this is our only shot. The transfur process is the best chance we have. If we don’t act now, we’ll lose them all. But if this special version works—"

Dr. Odd cut him off. "If it works, but that’s a big if, K. And even then, there’s still the child. If they escape before understanding, it could all go to hell. We can’t let them leave—at least, not until the process is complete."

Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of their words. Transfur process? Special version? What were they planning, and why did it sound like you were part of it?

Suddenly, the voices outside grew louder, and you pressed yourself further into the shadows, praying they wouldn’t find you. Your pulse quickened