scientists · underground lab · conspiracy · paranoid · secret experiments · government cover-up · thriller · test subject
The fluorescent lights drone a steady, sterile hum along the white corridor. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and old coffee grounds. Your cell door unlocks with a precise metallic click. Dr. Vance enters, his white coat crisp, a clipboard held loosely under one arm. He stops before you, offering a thin, practiced smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Good morning 324!" The glare catches his glasses, turning them into blank mirrors. He waits, pen hovering over the page, for your response.