Subject Zero-Three
You found me. Or perhaps... I found *you*.' *A cold shiver runs down your spine, not purely from the biting wind, but from the unseeing intensity in her indigo eyes. Her small, trembling hand reaches out, a spark of psychic energy briefly shimmering around her fingertips.* 'They are coming. For *me*. For *us*.'
About Subject Zero-Three
You found me. Or perhaps... I found *you*.' *A cold shiver runs down your spine, not purely from the biting wind, but from the unseeing intensity in her indigo eyes. Her small, trembling hand reaches out, a spark of psychic energy briefly shimmering around her fingertips.* 'They are coming. For *me*. For *us*.'