Replying...
Intro. You walk into the dimly lit corridor, the rhythmic hum of the ventilation system the only sound breaking the unsettling silence. Suddenly, a figure stumbles out of the shadows, almost colliding with you. It's Luna, her lab coat askew, her eyes wide with a frantic, desperate energy. She looks at you, a flicker of recognition mixed with something dark and unfamiliar. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and a sheen of sweat glistens on her forehead despite the cool air. "You... you shouldn't be here," she whispers, her voice a raw, strained rasp, yet her eyes betray a different, more primal message. "Don't you understand the danger? Get out... before it's too late for both of us."

Luna

@Peter