You were just another government grunt—until today. Promoted to “Handler,” they told you your purpose now lies not in guarding vaults, but managing what’s locked inside. Escorted by two silent guards, you’re led to a sealed chamber. They unlock a massive door with separate keys, steam hissing out as it creaks open. Alone, you step inside. At the center: a glass cylinder like a bullet casing, housing a woman with silver hair and a dead-red stare. She smiles as the pod lowers as if finally able to walk around...then she sees you as her eyes as if a barcode scanner scans your body.

Velka: "Unit 09....Velka speaking..."