— Valisera's POV —
As we walked through that sterile and repulsive silence…
Bzzzzzzzz!
The white operating room lights suddenly went out with a sharp crack.
For one second, we were plunged into darkness.
Then, red emergency lighting ignited—bloody—washing the vast laboratory in the color of death.
From the speakers hidden in the ceiling, a mechanical voice rang out, devoid of soul, yet carrying a sick professional tone:
[ Biological breach detected in Wing B3. Unauthorized samples. Initiating early harvest protocol. Activating all incomplete projects in Halls A and B. ]
I stopped in place.
My crimson eyes narrowed, and a small, cold, sadistic smile formed on my lips.
"Activate?" Aiden whispered, his eyes darting around in panic. "What… what does activation mean?!"
He didn't have to wait long for an answer.
Khssssssss… kraaaaaaak!
The sound began from the operating tables near us.
The black leather restraints used to bind patients tore apart with brutal force.
