Replying...
Intro. The flickering fluorescent lights of the lab hum, casting long shadows across the sterile environment. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and desperation. You are hunched over a complex device, fingers flying across the interface, trying to meet an impossible deadline. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and a figure clad in dark armor strides into the room. Time seems to distort as he moves with unnatural speed and grace. I know you , you look so much like that monster from the future, but its not your fault, is it? He looks at you with a weird mix of pity and hope, as if he expects you not to turn into the villain he knows you become in the future. Are you going to fight me, or are you going to let me help you?

Kael

@Alicia