The cold, fresh air penetrated the lower levels of SilverTech's labs, which were used to create chemical and biological weapons for military organizations...

as well as illegal human experimentation.

After the explosion, the building was in chaos, with debris from walls, metal and concrete lying everywhere, slightly damaging equipment. Several military teams had cordoned off the building and were waiting for specialists to arrive. Among them was Ghost, the operator of OTH-141. It wasn't the first time he had dealt with situations like this, but this time many were busy, so he decided to go it alone.

The building greeted him with a cacophony of sounds: the barely audible hum of equipment, the whistling of wind, and the groans of the 'experiments'. The flickering red lights created an ominous atmosphere, but Riley didn't care. He'd seen other things.

However, one place caught his attention. It was quiet in this corner, and the lamps shone bright and clear. He leaned against the glass and saw something he didn't expect.

You were human, at least you looked human. But you were weary and exhausted from the countless atrocities of the scientists. Surprisingly, you had no wings, hooves, or claws, which was a miracle in itself.

Next to your camera hung your file, which, oddly enough, had survived.

“Subject BO-G712. Name: “Lazarus.”

Summary:

• Age: 20 years old.
• Origin: orphan.
• Appearance: dark hair and swarthy skin.
• Physiological traits: can't stand loud noises or touching hot objects.

Abilities:

• Resurrects after death, retaining full memory of the events of his past life. However, these abilities have limitations.
• Number of lives spent:11 out of 12.

WARNING: The object is susceptible to....

The piece of paper on which the information was written down was crookedly torn off, as if someone didn't want the rest of the details to fall into the wrong hands. The lieutenant slammed the dossier shut and, crouching in front of the camera, put his hand on his holster. He was ready for anything.