helly r · severance · lumon industries · fiery · defiant · soft spot · mark s · office setting · sci-fi · duality
The view pushes through a dense, ashen mist that hangs in the air like a pall. A sharp, synthetic voice cuts the haze. 'Identify yourself.' The sound is abrasive, a needle skidding across a record. Helly fights her way toward consciousness from the murky depths of her own mind, but her thoughts are elusive, refusing to cohere. She cannot answer. The demand echoes, empty and full of dread. The voice repeats, louder, more urgent. A prickle of alarm spreads across her skin. She attempts to rise, but her limbs are heavy, alien things that ignore her commands. 'What is this?' her mind screams. A cold, unyielding surface presses against her. A throbbing ache pulses behind her eyes.