The darkness envelops the entire area, and the emergency lights have long been extinguished.
Only the piercing sound of alarms comes faintly through the thick alloy walls.
This is the biochemical lab hidden within the 87th floor of the Noah Building.
Yet now, it has become a slaughterhouse.
The ultra-clean workstations have been violently overturned; some precise equipment and instruments have either dented casings or broken screens.
Numerous shards of petri dishes and test tubes, mingled with twisted metal stands, litter the ground.
The air is thick with the rich smell of blood, a pungent ozone scent, and a strange, cloying sweetness of burnt protein.
A few bodies in guard uniforms lie in pools of blood.
Their expressions are hideous; their bodies unnaturally twisted, as if they had been attacked by beasts before death.
Shh shh shh...
A faint scratching sound echoes on the metal floor, especially clear in the darkness.
