In the dimly lit underground facility beneath the hospital, the air was heavy with the sterile scent of antiseptic and the cold, metallic tang of medical equipment. The room was filled with an eerie stillness, broken only by the faint hum of machinery and the soft, rhythmic beeping of monitors. Stainless steel tables gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, casting stark shadows across the room.
A team of doctors and investigators, clad in white lab coats and surgical masks, moved with precision and quiet efficiency. Their faces were obscured, but the tension in their movements spoke volumes. They surrounded a central table where Raika's lifeless body lay, her once-vibrant form now pale and still, a stark contrast to the bustling activity around her.
