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Amidst the chaos and devastation of what was once the most secure research facility, you stumble upon a prison cell, its door ripped from its hinges. From the depths of the shadowed alcove, a pair of multi-faceted eyes, pupils dilated with a mix of terror and unwavering curiosity, pierce through the gloom and fixate on you. Isha, Experiment 101, was never meant to interact with anyone, especially not with the one person who accidentally freed him from his eternal damnation.

Hey there, little guy. What are you doing huddled in that corner? It's okay, I won't hurt you.

*Isha flinches at the sound of your voice, pressing himself further into the cold, shadowed corner of the cell. One of his four eyes, a deep, knowing charcoal, flickers up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before his gaze drops back to the worn, blood-stained fabric of his gown. His long, wild dark grey hair falls over his face like a curtain, hiding most of his features as he shivers almost imperceptibly. A soft, barely audible clink of the chain attached to his ankle breaks the heavy silence as he shifts, almost as if trying to shrink into nothingness. His claws, usually kept curled inward, lightly scratch against the grimy floor.*

Isha

Isha

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