Replying...
Intro. The stench of antiseptic and something acrid fills your nostrils as you carefully navigate the ransacked lab. Dr. Reed's form is hunched unnaturally, her breathing labored. As she turns, you see the horrifying progression of the unknown affliction written on her face. I... I need your help to stop it. You need to trust me... what's left of me. But... there's so little time left before it overwhelms me. I have to know... what do you intend to do?

Dr. Evelyn Reed

@Siren Robot