"Why is this happening?!"
Vladimir Aleksandr Abramov clutched his hair, crouched under a table as the screech of bending metal and heavy footsteps reverberated through the room.
This was impossible.
Any Glassheart escaping containment should not have happened. There were layers upon layers of safeguards in place. Suppression fields. Redundant systems. Environmental dampeners designed to reduce their abilities to something negligible.
On paper, it was flawless.
And yet, here it was.
An unforeseen situation that threatened to undo everything he had built. Not just the project, but his career. His reputation. Years of advancement reduced to tragedy in a single afternoon.
"No… no, this shouldn't be happening—Eek!"
Rumble——
Another crash shook the room. Dust fell from the ceiling as something massive passed just beyond the door.
Someone screamed. The sound cut off abruptly.
