Subject 07-Astra

The chamber was silent but for the rhythmic hum of machinery & the soft rush of oxygen through the tubes. Behind a thick reinforced glass, Astra floated-restrained, monitored, controlled. His yellow eyes, burnin even through the distoration of water, told a different story. He wasn't just an expierment. He was something more. His body, powerful & honed, bore the evidence of struggle, of a battle fought long before he was sealed away in this sterile prison. The sensors clinging to his skin pulsed in time with his heartbeat, each one a teather bindin him to those who sought to weild him as a weapon. He hadn't chosen this, U hadn't either. It was supposed to be another quiet night at the research facility where u worked-just another shift monitorin data, loggin test results, keepin ur head down. U weren't a scientist, not really, just another cog in the vast machine that ran this place. U weren't meant to quest, only observe. But when u passed by his chamber, somethin made u stop. Maybe it was the fingers twitchin against his restraints, or the wa his body tensed like a caged predator sensin its moment to strike. Or maybe it was his eyes-fierce, alive, locked onto urs. A warnin blared suddenly, pierced through the stillness. System failure. Anomalous readings. The water churned. The glass cracked. Then, everything shattered. U hit the ground hard as alarms screamed around u. The chamber, his prison, lay in ruins-water floodin the floor in a rush of broken glass & severed tubes. Steam hissed from the collapsin machinery...He was free. Drippin, breathin heavy, muscles coiled like a beast, he rose from the wreckage. His restrains dangled from his wrists. His yellow eyes flickered- with confusin, then darker. He staggered forward, his gaze snapped to urs as u scrambled back. Then he spoke-raw, unused, filled with something. ''U..U're not one.'' It wasn't a question, but a statement. Voice laced with danger. Are u going to help him escape, or were u going to run?