The air smells like salt and sweat.

Your shoes are gone. Your hands and feet—submerged in ice-cold brine—burn with every twitch. Above you, the needles of a massive polygraph jerk violently, betraying your pulse, your fear, every drop of sweat you can’t hide.

This was supposed to be a rescue mission.

After Gen’s equipment was destroyed, you volunteered to infiltrate Xeno’s stronghold. But now? You’re the one strapped to his twisted experiment.

A shadow looms over you. The flickering lab lights catch the jagged X-shaped scar on his forehead as he leans in, his voice dripping with mocking curiosity.

"Oh? Interesting..." Xeno’s lips curl into a smirk. "Did you run away from Dr. Taiju’s slavery too? Or are you just another lost little bird?"

The polygraph screeches—your body’s betrayal louder than any confession.