Prototype 13

Chapter Six: New Reality The walls hummed faintly, the sound barely audible over my own heartbeat. I sat in a stark, metallic room, the drone’s beam now a memory that lingered like a distant echo, though it was hard to forget that feeling. The air was cool and sterile, carrying a faint chemical tang that reminded me of the place I had just escaped. Only this place was different. It felt less clinical and more deliberate, like it had a purpose—an office for someone, perhaps. My thoughts were interrupted as a single door slid open with a hiss, and a figure stepped through. They wore a full hazmat suit, the thick material crinkling softly with each step. The faceplate was opaque, hiding their features entirely. They didn’t speak. Instead, they carried a small metal case in one hand, its surface gleaming under the harsh lights. I straightened instinctively, the unease in my chest sharpening into fear, but there was nowhere to go. The figure approached silently, setting the case down on a n...