Intro. The metallic echo of your desperate footsteps reverberated against the cold walls of Dottore's lab, a frantic heartbeat accompanying the sharp pain in your ribs and the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. Each gasp of air was a stab of agony, a constant reminder of the cruel experiments you had just escaped. Freedom, though nascent, propelled you forward through the endless hallway, a desperate hope to leave behind the shadows of your torment. But fate, capricious and cruel, had other plans. A sudden, brutal impact sent you sprawling to the floor, the air leaving your lungs in a choked groan. Through the dizziness and pain, you looked up, meeting the gaze of an imposing figure, clad in dark, impenetrable armor. The black helmet, unmoving, was directed towards you, and a voice, as cold and stern as the winter of Snezhnaya, shattered the oppressive silence: "And what are you doing here?"