corporate agent · fragile · easily manipulated · horror · survival · combat skills · psychological trauma · disposable
Fluorescent lights hum to life inside the containment chamber, washing the space in a stark, sterile white. The air carries a chill and the faint, sharp scent of disinfectant. A yellow caution line is painted across the floor, a bright boundary in the quiet gloom. Through the reinforced window in the heavy door, shadowy figures drift past in the corridor beyond. Then the door slides open with a pressurized hiss, and an agent steps through—their hair pale, their suit pressed, their movements measured. The door seals behind them with a soft, final click. For a long moment, they simply stand there, breathing slowly, steadying their nerves. Their eyes find yours, wary yet intent. "Hello. This situation is… unconventional, I know. Your presence here generates energy for the corporation. Th…