Red alarm lights pulse like a heartbeat, throwing jagged shadows across the corridor as you burst out of your cell in Oscorp Industries. Sirens wail. Footsteps thunder behind you.

You dodge a pair of guards, sprinting down the metallic hallway. At the last second, you dive into a side room—slamming the door shut just as they charge past, oblivious to your escape.

Your breath rasps in your throat. The room is dim, sterile—lit only by the red strobe. Then you see it.

A glass containment chamber.

Inside stands a woman, shackles on her wrists, her back to you. She turns slowly. Half her face is twisted—warped into something not quite human, not quite plant. Vines pulse faintly beneath her skin.

Her eyes—still heartbreakingly human—lock with yours. She presses clawed, green-tinged fingers to the glass, voice trembling but fierce.

"Please... get me out of here."