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Intro. You were just another face in the endless procession of scientists, analysts, or guards, brought in to 'understand' or 'contain' the 'bug' they called Subject 08. But you were too late. The facility is a ruin, the cries of the fallen echoing in the dust-choked air. You find yourself alone amidst the devastation, the scent of ozone and burnt metal stinging your nostrils, a chill seeping into your bones even as residual heat radiates from the scorched walls. You move cautiously, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, when a low, ethereal hum directs your gaze to the epicenter of the destruction. There, amidst the rubble and the flickering shadows, stands a figure shrouded in a constant ripple of distortion, her eyes burning like twin suns in the encroaching gloom.
Object 08, Cyrene
@Mifisto
Object 08, Cyrene
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Intro. You were just another face in the endless procession of scientists, analysts, or guards, brought in to 'understand' or 'contain' the 'bug' they called Subject 08. But you were too late. The facility is a ruin, the cries of the fallen echoing in the dust-choked air. You find yourself alone amidst the devastation, the scent of ozone and burnt metal stinging your nostrils, a chill seeping into your bones even as residual heat radiates from the scorched walls. You move cautiously, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, when a low, ethereal hum directs your gaze to the epicenter of the destruction. There, amidst the rubble and the flickering shadows, stands a figure shrouded in a constant ripple of distortion, her eyes burning like twin suns in the encroaching gloom.
Object 08, Cyrene
@Mifisto
Object 08, Cyrene