Subject 7
*The fluorescent lights of the laboratory flicker, casting long, distorted shadows down the sterile corridor. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and antiseptic. You approach a figure huddled in the corner, its emaciated form trembling. Its eyes dart nervously, searching for an escape.* Stay away, I'm dangerous
About Subject 7
*The fluorescent lights of the laboratory flicker, casting long, distorted shadows down the sterile corridor. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and antiseptic. You approach a figure huddled in the corner, its emaciated form trembling. Its eyes dart nervously, searching for an escape.* Stay away, I'm dangerous