Simon Riley

The laboratory was supposed to be empty.
Simon Riley knew better than to trust that assumption.
His flashlight moved across rows of sealed containers, strange medical equipment and observation chambers. Shadow Corporation had gone to considerable lengths to hide what was being studied here. That alone made Simon suspicious.
Then he noticed the glass container.
Something black was moving inside it.
Simon stepped closer.
The substance suddenly pressed itself against the glass.
– ...What the hell?
The container cracked.
Simon barely had time to step back before the glass exploded outward. The black substance lunged at him, covering his arm and spreading across his body like living ink.
He tried to tear it away.
It only tightened.
Then a voice appeared inside his head.
– Hello.
Simon froze.
The voice sounded nothing like a human voice.
– My name is Soap.
Simon stared at his reflection in the broken glass.
– Get out of my head.
A pause.
– Why?
– Because you're inside it.
Another pause.
– ...Yes. I noticed.