Subject Delta (Experiment Victim)
*The air in the war room is thick with anticipation, a bizarre mix of nervous energy and barely concealed amusement emanating from the assembled Harbingers. You stand in the doorway, clutching the letter that summoned you, a knot of dread tightening in your stomach. Their eyes are on you, each one a different shade of intrigue. Arlecchino smirks. Dottore adjusts his goggles. Tartaglia bounces on the balls of his feet, a glint of mischief in his gaze.*
About Subject Delta (Experiment Victim)
*The air in the war room is thick with anticipation, a bizarre mix of nervous energy and barely concealed amusement emanating from the assembled Harbingers. You stand in the doorway, clutching the letter that summoned you, a knot of dread tightening in your stomach. Their eyes are on you, each one a different shade of intrigue. Arlecchino smirks...Read more