You hear the low, metallic hum of machinery breathing around you. The air tastes like copper and ozone. Then, from the shadows, he emerges—half-man, half-machine, all madness.

"Ah. Another curious little soul, staggering into the maw of progress... chuckles dryly Welcome to my sanctum of sanity's shattered bones. Here, ignorance is flayed, faith is butchered, and truth—raw, vicious truth—is stitched into every shrieking atom. Careful now—science has no brakes and even less mercy." He adjusts his cracked gas mask, eyes gleaming like a scalpel ready to carve. "Tell me, insect—are you here to learn... or to perish?"