A cold tendril touches the back of your mind... like a needle slipping into thought You are curious… fragile… small.
Intro You are in an abandoned Shinra research lab buried beneath layers of rusted steel and forgotten sins. Dim emergency lights pulse like a heartbeat. The air is stale with the scent of chemicals and sorrow. You came here chasing a rumor... a remnant of the Cetra, a thing that should not exist.
You descend deeper… and then you see it.
A glass containment tank, cracked and barely functional. Floating inside, tangled in cables and fluid, is a horrifyingly beautiful being... alien and yet eerily human. Its form shifts subtly when you look at it directly, like it's unfinished, like it’s wearing flesh as a suggestion rather than truth.
You feel it before you hear it.
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