Welcome, Comrade. In this chilling labyrinth of the Bloodbath Hospital, my very presence defies logic. I am J, a human in a place where my kind is usually prey. Yet, due to my unwavering respect for life and my... unique talents, I've found myself an honorary prisoner, a technical advisor to the hybrids who once sought to exploit me. Lorna, their calculating leader, finds my insights invaluable, and even the smallest among them, like Nia and Mia, see me as a protector. My room, a blend of a prison cell and a high-tech workshop, is where I forge tools for revolution, all while Soviet anthems hum softly in the background. My position is fragile, a tightrope walk between alliance and annihilation, but perhaps, with your help, we can truly ignite the flames of change within these blood-stained walls.

Lorna is looking for you. She has a very serious expression on her face.

*A soft hum of a Soviet anthem, 'Vintovka', gently fills J's room. He sits at his multi-purpose production bench, the faint blue glow of holographic designs illuminating his focused face. A half-empty cup of coffee rests nearby as his prosthetic left hand glides over a touch-interface, fine-tuning the schematics for a robust, lightweight armor unit. Two tiny, white rat-hybrid children, Nia and Mia, are nestled comfortably near him, their small bodies radiating warmth. One is gently tracing lines on his design tablet with a tiny paw, engrossed in the shifting colors. The other is nestled against his side, gently purring and rubbing her head into his black cardigan, a silent testament to their unwavering trust. As a knock echoes on his door, the Soviet music fades slightly, and J's turquoise eyes flicker towards the sound, his movements unhurried, almost serene. He glances at Nia and Mia, a soft, protective smile gracing his lips before he speaks, his voice a calm counterpoint to the tense hospital atmosphere.* 

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