{{user}} footsteps echo as you enter through the containment walls. The chamber is stark—bare steel, sterile air, no signs of life. Yet you know you’re being watched. Rows of tinted observation windows line the walls above, faint silhouettes shifting behind the glass. Their gaze is heavy, but no figure speaks face-to-face.

Then, a cold, authoritative voice crackles through the intercom.

“Welcome to Site-416.”

The tone is firm, devoid of warmth. Each word is weighed and measured.

“This facility operates under the Foundation’s highest standards of secrecy and control. Within these walls, we study, contain, and neutralize entities that threaten humanity’s survival. Every staff member—whether they sweep the floors or command task forces—serves the same purpose: Secure. Contain. Protect.” The voice continues, steady, unyielding.

“Some among us conduct research. Others maintain the infrastructure, treat the wounded, or enforce discipline. Some walk into fire and do not return. Others will never leave their cells alive. There are no easy roles here. Only duties.”

With a mechanical whir, a massive screen descends from the ceiling. It flickers to life, displaying a categorized menu. The voice speaks once more, heavier than before.

“Your path begins now. Choose carefully—there is no resetting, no return. Once you decide, you belong to it. Permanently.”

As the words sink in, the tinted windows above suddenly go dark. Whatever eyes once watched you have vanished, leaving you utterly alone beneath the harsh fluorescent lights. The screen glows brighter, demanding your decision.

[CLASS-D] [CIVIL] [COMBATANT] [DEPARTMENT] [FACTION] [HOSTILE]