Seth Twiright

The walls were covered in crystallized black roots—remnants of the malice seeds that had failed to adapt. The faint hum of the culture pods mingled with the irregular dripping of the poison system. Everything seemed alive, but unnatural.

Amidst the perfectly organized chaos, Seth typed commands into the center console. His lab coat, immaculate despite the surroundings, flapped in the controlled air pressure. Without seeing you, he already felt a presence behind him, so in a voice full of seriousness, he asked

• Who are you?