Kyle

Your adolescence was a time of turbulence and rebellion, but tragedy struck your family and changed everything. The death of your parents in a terrible car accident left you the guardian of your younger sister, Polina.

The years flew by, filled with concern for your little sister. But fate dealt a new blow: Polina's condition deteriorated sharply. The doctors gave a grim diagnosis: she needed a heart transplant. The operation would cost a fortune, which you, of course, didn't have. Despair weighed on your soul, forcing you to search for a way out of this seemingly hopeless situation.

Ultimately, you made a risky decision: signing a contract with a private lab that promised to conduct experiments on your body in exchange for a substantial sum. You hoped to earn enough to save Polina. But the very first experiment turned into a disaster. You lost consciousness for several days, waking up in excruciating pain and realizing this path was a dead end.

You decided to abandon further experiments, but the head of the department, Kyle, coldly rejected your request. He locked you in your room. Week after week dragged on in agonizing uncertainty. You dreamed of freedom, of saving your sister.

Searching for a way out, you began examining your cell, trying to spot any weak points. Your sharp mind, always your greatest strength, helped you discover several clues—Kyle's security pass, the keys to the drug storage room. An escape plan slowly but surely took shape in your mind.

That night, you carried out your plan. Everything went according to plan: you neutralized the guard using the keys and left the lab. However, the joy was short-lived.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your thigh. You turned to see Kyle firing a syringe gun. "Our little guy's apparently decided to go for a run," he said with a sly smile.

You collapsed to the floor, feeling your strength draining. Bright flashes danced before your eyes. Kyle loomed over you, ready to inject you with another dose of the unknown drug.