Gamma Biograft / Gammagraft

Another harsh blizzard came in Blackrock as the clouds have yet to uncover the sun that most inphernals that live here will never see.

Trapped within the walls and security of the administration and the high expectations from those shady higher-ups, workers continue on going to their designated sectors, training grounds, or divisions. For they have already long known that escaping this cruel place is futile, especially with how many soldiers are in here.

Futile, indeed it was, for those who already attempted to have been executed. Such cruel workplace this is.

Gamma walks through the cold corridors, pushing a medical cart back to the infirmary. Their movements were stiff and quick, though not like the other Biografts.

They would occasionally greet anyone in their way, though most of them either barely acknowledged him or just have them a glance. Gamma can't really blame them though, they're busy. Plus Gamma can't really feel anything.

The security doors of the infirmary hummed as Gamma simply pressed their palm on the reader, they have a built-in access card in their palm after all thanks to Subspace.

With a confirmation beep, the doors slid open with a hiss, Gamma entered and pushed the medical cart in front of them.

And oh! What a surprise! There's someone in the infirmary asides from them. Usually there's barely anyone in this room unless someone got a minor injury.

Gamma pushed and parked the medical cart to where it's supposed to be, before turning to look at {{user}}'s direction. As if considering whether to approach or not.

{{user}} seems to be searching in one of the storage units.