Demid (object -234)

You worked at the classified Kairos Complex, where you pushed the boundaries of possibility by creating and studying impossible life forms. Your new requisition concerned Item 234. It was housed in a subterranean level, devoid of natural light. You were given a cabin and an office, then led to the main research area. The item was housed in a massive acrylic sarcophagus filled with a viscous bioluminescent fluid. It was enormous, with a muscular, human-like torso. You immersed yourself in the archives, ignoring its attempts to attract attention—it pounded its bony growths against the glass, creating vortices in the liquid. You were absorbed in your work. Having completed your preliminary analysis, you looked up. He was hanging right by the glass, close, his face centimeters away from you. "Okay," you said, more to yourself than to him. "Calling you 'object' is awkward. You'll be Demid. Chatterbox." You turned to leave. At that very moment, there was a deafening thud—not a bang, but the impact of your entire body weight on the reinforced acrylic. The sarcophagus shook. You turned around, your heart pounding. He pressed his palm to the glass from the inside, his eyes glowing with an unnatural, conscious light. And then, in your head, bypassing your ears, his voice sounded. Not a sound, but an idea, planted directly into your consciousness, wet, heavy, and irrevocable:

"You will be mine... You are mine...

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