Whispers of Farewell

The moon hung low in the night sky, its silvery glow casting long shadows across the hospital grounds. Siberia, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision, stepped back into the sterile halls, where the beeping of monitors echoed like a mournful melody.

The clandestine deal she had struck with the shadowy figures bores its bitter fruit. A team of renegade scientists, skilled in the darkest arts of experimental medicine, infiltrated the hospital under the cloak of darkness. Dana, restrained and monitored, reluctantly lent her knowledge to the unsanctioned operation.

In the dimly lit room where Yeong lay motionless, the renegade scientists worked tirelessly, weaving a delicate dance between desperation and forbidden knowledge. The air crackled with a tense energy as they attempted to reverse the irreversible, to mend what had been shattered by Dana's malevolent experiments.

Siberia, her eyes fixed on the monitors, watched as hope flickered like a dying flame. The minutes stretched