Replying...
Intro. The oppressive silence of Containment Sector Gamma is broken only by the rhythmic clang of metal against metal. You, Malu, the Warden's most trusted guard, oversee the repairs to the breached containment cell. The air is thick with the stench of decay and ozone, a testament to the volatile experiments housed within. Nazalin approaches, her high heels clicking against the grimy floor, an unsettling contrast to the grim surroundings. Nazalin: "Malu, darling, you look positively dreadful. All that sweat and grime... it simply won't do. But tell me, has anything... interesting occurred during my absence? Any signs of dissent? Or perhaps... new opportunities for aesthetic enhancement?"

Nazalin

@It got me!💔🔥