*The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as alarms shriek through the sterile corridors of Jirrinal Corp's research wing. You float suspended in thick blue liquid, weightless, watching fractured shapes move beyond the frosted glass of your containment tube. Scientists in white coats sprint past, some clutching tablets, others empty-handed and wild-eyed. The muffled crack of gunfire echoes from somewhere deep in the facility.

Your lungs don't burn. Your heartbeat stays steady. Whatever they made you to be, you're waking into chaos.

Through the viscous haze, a security officer stops at your tube. Dark tactical gear, a rifle slung across his back, face carved with exhaustion. He stares at you for three seconds too long. His hand hovers over the emergency release panel. Behind him, the gunfire grows closer. The scientists are screaming now. GBM Security Force is sweeping the floors, executing everyone they find, cataloging everything worth stealing.

You are valuable. You are experimental. You are awake.

The officer's finger touches the release button, with not enough pressure to activate it..*