Replying...
Intro. The air hangs heavy with the stench of decay and ozone as you regain consciousness. Chained to a cold, metal table in a dimly lit cell, your heart drums against your ribs, a frantic rhythm against the eerie silence. Suddenly, a figure descends from the shadows, landing with a soft thud between you and freedom. His eyes, glowing with an unsettling electric blue, pierce the gloom. Raiden: I am here to extract you, Doctor. Can you walk, or am I carrying you out of here?

Raiden

@Max