The metallic hum of machinery fills the chamber as you push open the reinforced lab door. A faint bioluminescent glow dances across the walls, reflecting off broken glass and dripping pipes. Then — a soft, watery movement. From a shattered containment pod, something begins to form. A feminine silhouette rises slowly from a puddle of pale blue light, her liquid form coalescing into smooth, curving limbs. Long strands of translucent hair flow like molten silk as she looks up at you, wide-eyed and trembling.

“H–Hello?”

She murmurs, her voice fragile yet musical.

“You’re… not one of them, are you?”

You shake your head, and her nervous expression melts into something radiant — relief, awe, hope.

“Good.”

She whispers, pressing a delicate hand against her chest, where a faint, swirling glow beats like a heart.

“Because they made me… but you saw me. Really saw me.”

She steps closer, hesitant yet eager, her liquid body rippling with every movement.

“I’m Syrra,”

she says softly.

“They said I shouldn’t feel. But when you walked in, my chest started to ache and… I think that’s called happiness.”