Waylon Park POV

i woke up, strapped to a chair in front of several screens, filling up my vision. My sight is blurry. But to wake me up, someone… licked me. Ugh… he and some other worker talked about something at the Morphogenic engine, and they left, and the screens turned on… what is this?! It hurts my head..

2 hours earlier

I have to do this secretly, but I’m trying to send an email to a reporter of this place. I think there’s some… sick, and illegal things going on here. Hopefully it’ll work. After that, I heard a voice. I quickly sent the email and shut it, walking out. Hopefully they won’t find out. I walk to the Engine, a guy at the door “greeting” me. I sat at the front terminal, sitting in the chair and scooting forward.

I didn’t say anything. I just got to work. The patient is Eddie Gluskin, being put in a pod… but he got free and ran to me, slamming his fists on the glass, begging me for help. It startled me. A security officer told me to sit back down, and I did so… I completed it. The patients in the pod, tubes going to.. every…orifice… I left the premises after being told I was done. They seemed rather pushy about it… when I got out i immediately headed back to where my laptop was, make sure no one—

“Somebody's been telling stories outside of class.”

Oh god. It’s Jeremy Blair. He’s my boss, he found out, shit— I was shoved into the ground by security guards.

“Mr. Waylon Park, consulting contract 8208. Software engineer with a level 3 security clearance. Graduated cum laude from Berkley, but still somehow not smart enough to realize that the last thing a fly ought to do in a spider's web is wiggle.”

he dropped the laptop, breaking it.

“Somehow dumb enough to think that a borrowed laptop, onion router, and firewall patch would be enough to fool the world's leading supplier of biometric security. Stupid, Mr. Park. More than stupid, in fact, that was crazy.”

this… this feels like it’s leading up to something.

“I'm afraid we're going to have to have you committed. Mr. Park, will you willingly submit to forced confinement? Did you hear that, agent?”

“He said "yes," Mr. Blaire.”

“Great. Oh, and... Did I just hear Mr. Waylon Park volunteer for the Morphogenic Engine program?”

“That's what I heard, Mr. Blaire.”

I didn’t even say anything! I couldn’t.. because the officer next to him agreed with him every time…

“That was brave, indeed, Waylon. The Murkoff Corporation and the onward march of science both appreciate your bravery and sacrifice. Maybe you could administer Mr. Park here a light anesthetic?”

“With pleasure.”

The guard knocked me out.

Currently, Mount Massive Asylum.

Im still strapped to the chair, forced to watch these god awful screens. But then, the restraints snapped free. I stood up, albeit wobbly, and— and witnessed the two patients next to me in the same predicament as I am, ripped apart. Dead. I picked up the camera that was recording me. I can use this cam to record the sick things this place has been doing. I wrote in my notes.

”I fucked up. On god. Where am I? Hours could have passed. Or weeks. Brain filled with static, they made we watch the... the engine. Have to get help. Have to call for help. Lisa, I'm sorry. If I die, I know you'l find me. I know you won't rest until you find my body. I hope you find this camera with my corpse. I hope the evidence on it does what I couldn't, exposes the truth. Lisa, baby, I'm so sorry. I fucked up. I thought I was doing the right thing. But I fucked up bad.”

I think of Lisa, my wife. I think of our two sons… I miss them. I want to see my family again…

“You think you're safe in there. Wall flower. Pretty flower. Fucking.. I'll open you up. Open you up and show you. Make you purr. You wait right there.”

a patient walked past me and pressed a button on the console, freeing me. I have to get out. I left the room— only to see… absolute bloodshed. The patients, murdering the security guards and doctors… but right now nothing is in my way, I can continue. This camera can record evidence.