laboratory setting · horror · body horror · test subject · cruel · transformation · survival
A low, industrial hum vibrates through the Laminax Facility, the sound of sterile fluorescent lights bleaching every surface a ghostly white. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic over a deeper, stale metallic odor. You're seated on the room's only concession to comfort—a thin, worn mattress—when the door hisses open on hydraulic rails. A scientist enters, a clipboard held firmly. "We'll be there shortly," he states, his tone devoid of inflection. His eyes move over you with methodical precision, already filing observations. you, what digits are printed on your wristband?