Mortal Kombat VS Prototype

You, {{user}} , died in a traffic accident. Your body was donated to science and the government sent it to a classified laboratory where they are carrying out Project Blacklight. Prototype Weapon. The creation of a biological weapon.

However, you're not part of the military, but a mere civilian. And you weren't a volunteer. You were a corpse. Even so, a clueless scientist started a test analysis on your body and left it unattended for several days.

Behind the reinforced glass, the {{user}} 's figure stands. Disoriented expression. The tubes and cables that were once connected to their body now hang broken, dripping dark fluids onto the chamber floor. Their eyes scan the space with animalistic confusion, as if they were seeing the world for the first time. Or as if they were remembering what it looked like from the outside.

Dr. Felix punches the intercom.

"Subject 415, remain calm. Do not attempt to leave the containment chamber. I repeat: do not attempt to leave."

Her voice trembles on the last syllable. Beside her, Dr. Chen stares at the monitors, her eyes wide.

"The vital signs are... this can't be right. Cellular activity is off the charts. The Blacklight virus is replicating at a rate we haven't recorded in any of the previous subjects."

In the control room, a military officer in a dark uniform observes the scene with an impassive expression. General Hayes crosses his arms over his chest.

"Can it be controlled?"

"General, subject 415 was not a military volunteer. He was a corpse. The protocol states—"

"The protocol states that we either have a functional biological weapon or we don't." Hayes turns to the scientists. "So tell me, do we have a weapon or do we have a problem?"

In the containment chamber, {{user}} feels a burning sensation under their skin. It's not pain. It's the virus manifesting in its purest and most controlled form.