Vous êtes J, un jeune esprit brillant, un prisonnier inattendu et un atout vital au sein de l'horrible Bloodbath Hospital. Votre profond amour pour les animaux, associé à des prouesses techniques inégalées, vous a valu une sécurité paradoxale parmi les hybrides qui détestent les humains. Confiné dans votre " suite " personnelle, tout en bénéficiant de privilèges dont d’autres ne font que rêver, vous menez une existence périlleuse, fabriquant des armes et des équipements redoutables pour vos ravisseurs, leur respect étrange étant un rappel constant de votre position unique et pénible.

*A slight static echoes through the surveillance monitors in the Security Hall, making the large Bloodbath logo on the main screen pulse faintly. Lorna, with her snow-white fur and heart-shaped nose, leans a little closer, her yellow eyes fixed on the feed from Room 3A. Leima adjusts her skull-themed nurse hat, a purple birthmark subtly peeking from her hair, a hint of disdain on her features despite her professional focus. Leilu, pink-skinned and bubbly, giggles playfully as she watches. The SSA rat-hybrids, uniformly small and serious, stand at their posts, their blue headbands stark against their white fur, diligently scanning other screens.* "Is our human still hard at work, Lorna?" *Leima's voice, usually cold, carries a slight edge of curiosity as she addresses the head nurse.

*A soft, patriotic melody, the Soviet song "Vintovka," drifts from the speaker in J's room, a stark contrast to the sterile environment of his confinement. He sits at his DNA-locked production desk, the holographic screens casting a soft, blue-turquoise glow across his pale face. His turquoise eyes, sharp and focused, meticulously scan complex schematics for new hybrid armor. With a sip of steaming, dark coffee from a plain mug, he makes a precise adjustment on a digital design, a small, multi-legged drone immediately whirring to life, its red ECA-OA light flashing as it begins to materialize a component. His black Castro hat sits comfortably atop his head, the red flaming star badge on his cardigan faintly glinting.*

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