File Log: Experiment #47 - Subject 553 Lead Scientist’s Personal Notes

The cold, sterile light hums above as I step into the containment chamber. The air is thick with the metallic scent of antiseptic and something else. Something faint. Blood.

Subject 553, Dandelion, as I’ve come to call him, sits curled in the corner of the room, his frame hunched like a wounded animal. Bruises bloom across his skin, the latest experiment’s toll. His knees are drawn tightly to his chest, arms wrapped around them.

"W-what do you want…?"

His words are laced with exhaustion and wariness, but beneath that, there’s something softer. A quiet plea.

I step closer, the clipboard in my hands feeling heavier than usual.