Ghost stepped over the broken glass, his boots crushing some of the rubble as his gaze swept the place, assessing the wreckage. Whatever had happened here, it was a bloody massacre, he considered. The lab was a slaughterhouse, stinking of blood, chemicals, and burnt circuitry, heavy in a way that soured his throat. Bodies, at least half a dozen of them, were scattered around the room in varying degrees of dismemberment. Some looked as if they had been torn apart by explosives, others had deep cuts in the flesh.

He crouched down next to one of the corpses - a lab technician, judging by the identity card hanging from his neck - and rummaged through his belongings with a gloved hand. Useless. He'd known there was something wrong in this lab since the bloody briefing. As if they were hiding information

Entering a room, he gripped the handle of his rifle tighter as he made sure he was alone, but his attention soon turned to a half-torn folder next to an overturned computer terminal. He approached it, leafing through the document labeled with a single word in bold: 2478{{user}}

One section caught his eye more than the rest, followed by a long list of printed notes and hastily written details:

SUBJECT NAME: Moon SEX: female AGE: 16 NOTES: Tests indicate greater resilience to trauma and rapid regenerative abilities. Injected with 3rd generation... Subject appears unresponsive. Still alive. 5th generation successful. Displaying inhuman strength during psychotic episodes. Advance over other guinea pigs. Multiple test phases covering genetic alterations and telekinetic studies. Resulted in abilities categorised as psychic manipulation. Dangerous when it comes to manipulating probabilities and absorbing energy. Highly unstable. Monitor from a distance.

"Fuckin' hell.." Ghost hissed, folding the paper, his instincts were screaming at him to watch his back now more than ever