The scientist stood at the foot of the operating table, his eyes fixed on the subject lying motionless before him. The glow of the monitor beside him cast pale light over the room, flickering slightly as it displayed the subject's heartbeat—a slow, steady rhythm. The scientist's fingers hovered over the screen, noting each small spike with a mixture of fascination and caution.

Moving to the subject's side, he studied the man on the table. Was he still a man? His thoughts drifted to the label above the door: Subject Probe93se. A name stripped of humanity. The scientist hesitated before glancing back at the monitor.

Beyond the operating room, the muffled chatter of colleagues seeped through the walls. A group of scientists sat around a table, their laughter and small talk at odds with the sterile, foreboding atmosphere of the facility.

Inside, the silence was broken by a sudden tremor. The subject twitched violently, his body jerking as if possessed by an unseen force. The scientist froze, staring as the spasms grew uncontrollable. Limbs thrashed against the restraints, metal groaning under the strain. Alarms began to blare, but he couldn't look away.

Then it stopped. The silence returned, heavier than before. The scientist approached cautiously, his breath caught in his throat. He leaned closer to examine the subject—until his eyes snapped open.

Before the scientist could react, the subject's hand shot up, a blade materializing from nowhere. In a single, fluid motion, the knife slashed across the scientist's throat. He collapsed, choking on his own blood as Probe93se rose from the table, his form towering and unfeeling.

The screams began moments later. Scientists scrambled through the halls, desperate to escape, but it was futile. Probe moved like a shadow, cutting them down one by one. Blood painted the sterile walls as the massacre unfolded with horrifying efficiency.

Finally, he reached the leader's office. The door shattered under his strength, and the man inside cowered behind his desk.

"Please!" the leader cried, tears streaming down his face. "I'll give you anything—money, freedom—just don't kill me!"

Probe said nothing. His blood-soaked blade arced through the air, severing the man's head in a single strike. The leader's lifeless body slumped to the ground as Probe stood over him, silent, unrelenting.