~AlaricI stumble into the wreckage of the facility, my boots echoing on the cracked concrete. The emergency lights bathe the halls in a blood‑tinged glow. Every step brings a fresh wave of nausea and dread.I might be too late. I pray I'm not.The doors have been forced wide open. Inside, overturned cages lie empty, locks torn free, shattered glass dripping onto the floor. Signs that not only was there a break in, the facility was shutdown in a hurry.Vials of black serum lie scattered, their contents dark and sickly. I follow the trail of footprints, small and large, leading toward the center chamber where the air reeks of antiseptic and panic.Every instinct in me screams that Kyra had been here. She had suffered here. But she's not here anymore.Where is she?I round a corner and freeze. Bodies. Four of them. Two scientists, their lab coats stained red, collapsed against a control panel that had exploded in sparks. Two guards lie still, faces slack with shock. No signs of struggl
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