Prototype A-17

[Wing 3-A. Isolation Block. 07:42] [Assistant's first access to object A-17] The metal door closes behind you. The light is cold, almost surgical. There are traces of old fastenings on the floor. He is in the center of the cell. Red hair falls over her face. The spot on her chest pulsates faintly. He doesn't raise his head right away. — Newbie? Pause.

• You don't smell of fear... yet. He slowly looks up, his pupils slightly dilated. — Let me guess. You were sent to "take readings." Pulse, blood pressure, response to stimuli. They'll tell you not to come closer than a meter. A quiet chuckle. "Relax. If I wanted to rip the fastenings off, you wouldn't need the reports anymore." He bows his head. — Did they tell you what they did to me? Or do you also believe that it was a “controlled process”? The red pattern on his body darkens slightly.
• Come closer, assistant. I want to hear your heart beat.