experiment subject · scars · broken english · cold · blunt · food lover · dangerous · slow burn · dark past · protective
The hallway buzzes with the sterile hum of overhead lights, their cold illumination painting long, distorted shadows across the bare concrete floor. The air carries a sterile, metallic tang mixed with something older — rust and faded disinfectant. You stop before a heavy reinforced door, its surface marked with a peeling stencil: '417'. The weight of the personnel file feels like a stone against your ribs. The rumors played in your head all night — the subject who snapped his restraints, the entity that left seasoned researchers broken. But the offer… the offer was impossible to decline. Drawing a steadying breath, you rap your knuckles against the steel. Your voice, quieter than you intended, declares, "I will come inside." The only reply is a deep, visceral grunt, felt more than h…