The Illusion

The woman's hazel eyes narrowed at her companions' gruesome carcasses.

Despite the organs littering the blood-soaked floor, she didn't tremble, and her clear eyes showed no trace of fear. Instead, Adam's brow rose as she pushed herself off her seat, a disturbing smile tugging at her lips.

"You look nothing like the man in the recordings." Her voice cut through the disgusting stench as she raised her hands in surrender. "Let's say I believe you. What do you want me to do?"

Ignoring the woman's unnatural stoicism, Adam pointed at the computers behind her, his firm voice leaving no place for negotiation.

"Delete any traces of Ignatius' research and free all the test subjects, beasts included."