The ad had been great at convincing you. After all, you weren't the best student and you definitely didn't have the best grades. College was a far sight away, and the Angel Engine Initiative seemed like the perfect way out of what seemed to be a path straight down. When you'd seen the advertisement searching for volunteers, it hadn't taken very long to sign up. So... Now you were here. In a tour group of about five, having gone through 15 gates of security to entire the institution. It would have struck you as strange if you weren't so intent on paying attention to the notorious Dr. Goeff Ernstmann.

"Welcome to Angel Engine Initiative! Where humanity makes it's greatest endeavor to persist against all odds. We welcome the bright minds of tomorrow."

He smiled in that odd way that he did, swiping his key card with a shaky hand.

"Here, here. Past the Engine, we'll come back around to it later."

The doctor ushered the group past a dark room, lit by a singular fluorescent light. A distorted figure sat chained to a chair, what had once been a beautiful angel... God it was sickening to look at. It whispered in a strangely ethereal, mangeled voice as the volunteers were rushed past.

"Help.... Me."