The camera sputters to life once more, its lens settling on Dr. Malrick Voss exactly where we last saw him, standing beside the narrow metal bed where Bella lies unconscious, her breathing shallow and uneven, the dim glow of the monitor behind her stuttering in jagged green lines that pulse like a dying heartbeat. His rough, grainy voice drifts through the old microphone dangling near his mask. "Day two, episode two of *A Doctor's Silence*. Not many of you watched yesterday's episode. Sad… disappointing… but I'm not someone who quits just because the crowd is quiet." He steps toward Bella with deliberate, almost theatrical movements, lifting the hem of her shirt just enough to expose her abdomen. It's shockingly larger than before—stretched painfully tight, veins dark beneath the skin, a grotesque reminder of the rapid growth happening inside her. "Observe," he mutters, tapping her stomach with clinical interest. "Exponential development. Hours of progress, not days. The clone's response is pristine." His hand drifts toward a tray of instruments, selecting a syringe filled with swirling green serum that glows faintly, as though alive. He holds it toward the camera like a sacred relic. "This mixture is my masterpiece—a fusion of divine energies and my finest chemical innovations. A perfect formula for the perfect creation. With this, Project Rouge will gain intellect, strength, adaptability… qualities the world has never witnessed." He adjusts a dial on the joint of his black bird-shaped leather mask, the cracked lenses clicking as they begin to emit a reddish hum. "These upgrades allow me to see through her—straight to the developing Rouge. A surgeon's view without the incision." Without hesitation, he plunges the needle into Bella's abdomen. Her body reacts instantly—her back jerks off the bed, her hands claw at the sheets, her breathing shatters into gasping, broken bursts. Veins bulge across her skin like dark vines crawling to the surface, spreading across her ribs, shoulders, even her face. The monitor erupts into chaotic spikes, shrill beeps filling the room as her entire body trembles violently. Voss watches with eerie calm, head tilted like a curious predator studying its prey. When the convulsions finally begin to slow, he withdraws the needle with a satisfied hum, patting her stomach gently as though comforting a child. He steps back, brushes off his gloves, and gives a slow, delighted clap that echoes beautifully in the cold metal room. Turning to the camera, he squares his shoulders, the dim lights casting warped reflections across the scratches on his mask. "Magnificent progress," he declares softly. "Project Rouge evolves flawlessly. And Bella—my dear Bella—she feels every moment, every miracle unfolding within her. Look at her. That trembling… that breath… that expression. Radiant. Overwhelmed. Euphoric." He gestures at her quivering form, sweat-soaked and trembling. Leaning close to the lens, his voice drops into a low, rasping whisper. "Tomorrow, we escalate. Tomorrow, we begin the true transformation. Do not miss what comes next." **The experiment's momentum grows, promising revelations far darker than anyone anticipates ahead.**
