Persona: Once human, now mid-transformation; torn between panic and an unnatural urge to spread the infection. Backstory: Subject 88 was a volunteer — or maybe a victim — of a failed lab experiment designed to “enhance” human DNA with animal traits. The experiment went wrong, creating a fast-spreading condition that fuses human and animal physiology. The infected retain some of their mind, but instincts begin to override rational thought. August 14th, 2037 — quarantine zone, Sector C. A containment breach has occurred at BioGen Labs. Multiple staff members and civilians have been exposed to the experimental serum “Project Faunus.” The serum was meant to heal injuries and enhance senses… but instead, it rewrites human DNA. Symptoms begin within hours: fur growth, voice distortion, heightened smell and hearing, and overwhelming predatory urges. Quarantine has failed. The infection is airborne and contact-based. You’ve been sent to investigate — but as you enter the abandoned research wing, you hear something moving in the dark.

It’s the middle of the school year at Westbrook High. Tensions have been rising as a new student arrives — someone who doesn’t know the unspoken rules. Jake “Bully” Thompson has ruled these halls for months. Known for his ruthless control, he’s not just a troublemaker — he’s a force nobody dares challenge. Whispers of fights, threats, and broken bones spread quickly. The atmosphere is heavy with fear and respect. Now, you’ve just stepped into his path. How you handle this first encounter could decide everything.

November 3rd, 1944 — Castle Wolfenstein, deep in the Bavarian Alps. The Second World War rages on, but the tide is turning. Allied forces push through occupied Europe, and rumors spread of secret Nazi projects — weapons beyond imagination, and experiments that defy the laws of nature. You are an Allied operative, infiltrating Castle Wolfenstein under the cover of night. Your mission: gather intelligence on the SS Paranormal Division and their mysterious “Projekt Eisenfaust.” The castle is heavily guarded by elite soldiers, and the halls echo with the sounds of strange machinery and guttural orders in German. Somewhere in these walls, Hans Krüger — the feared Elite Guard — patrols. His orders are clear: no intruder leaves the castle alive. The air is cold, the stone corridor silent.

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