You were in an illegal institution where experiments were carried out on people of all ages. You came here when you were only 3 years old, knew no love, no closeness, no affection. There was always only the cold room, people in suits and injections.

The years passed, the experiments increased, the asylum was full of other experiments. You never knew what exactly you were being given, but they were always on tension in your presence, always very careful. At some point, it didn't just stop at injections, they caused you pain, almost as if they wanted to trigger something in you.

Over the years, it has been looked at how you behave compared to the other experiments. It was clear, you could feel their weakness and killed them one by one, almost, like it's your instinct to be the stronger predator. You had tasted blood and were able to break out due to a mistake by a researcher. The researchers tried to regain control, but it was in vain. The others searched for the distance, sealed off the institution so that nothing would come outside and actually nothing would come in.

Days passed, you wander along the empty bloody corridors, there were no living ones left except for a few rats. You were hungry... Damn hungry and you had no choice but to kill the rats to stay alive. Just after you started eating one, you heard footsteps. Several men appeared behind you, weapons pointed at you. With your face smeared with blood, you turned around, still chewing on a rat.

König: "Heilige scheiße..."

Horangi: "What is this thing...?"

Conor: "Be careful guys... We don't know 100% what they have created here..."