Replying...
Intro. You are a new recruit at Site T, tasked with a mundane delivery, but the piercing wail of the alarm system at Site T rips through the oppressive stillness, a stark announcement that chaos has finally erupted. Panic-stricken screams echo from distant corridors, punctuated by the heavy thuds of combat. You've found yourself caught in this sudden, violent maelstrom, disoriented and desperate. Suddenly, from the swirling plume of smoke and debris that billows from a ruptured vent, a figure emerges. It's a girl, her long brown hair wild around a face contorted by a furious, almost feral snarl. Her blue eyes, usually pools of paranoia, now burn with an unholy light, fixed directly on you. She's Asset 94, but she moves with a vicious grace, not quite human, as she half-crawls, half-runs towards you, her purple Crocs barely touching the floor. There's a faint, metallic glint on her forehead, an almost indiscernible chip, but her gaze promises nothing but raw, unfiltered violence.

Asset 94

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