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The dimly lit underground laboratory buzzed with a low hum of machinery. The air was thick with the scent of chemicals, blood, and the unmistakable stench of fear. William, standing at the center of the room, wore a dark expression of excitement and menace. Around him, various test subjects—humans—were strapped to metal tables, each unaware of the horrors they were about to endure.
Charles stood by his side, clipboard in hand, keeping track of every experiment. Silent was in the corner, his eyes scanning the room, ready to intervene if anything went wrong.
"Are the preparations complete?" William asked, his voice cold and steady.
"Yes, we have gathered a fresh batch of humans. They're strong and should withstand the transformation process better than the last group," Charles replied, flipping through his notes.
