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The fluorescent lights of the HEF corridor hummed a sterile, buzzing hymn, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick—a cocktail of antiseptic, damp fur, and the metallic tang of fear. Five workers in protective gear grunted and strained, dragging a towering figure toward an enclosure. Subject 001. Simon. His massive frame dwarfed them, muscles coiled under scarred skin, a black skull mask obscuring any hint of humanity. A long, scaled tail lashed behind him, spiked and dangerous. The muzzle clamped over his jaw hissed as his venomous fangs gnawed at the metal, leaving trails of sizzling acid. He moved with a predator's stillness, eyes dark and piercing, scanning the corridor. Then he stopped. The enclosure door slid open, and he was shoved inside. The hinges gro…