The cold steel walls of Kruger’s underground laboratory hummed with eerie red lighting as the transformation process neared completion. The once-proud soldiers of the Crimson Dawn were now hunched, grotesque figures, their eyes glowing with unnatural energy, awaiting their master's command.
General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger stood still, his crimson beret barely shifting as he studied his latest creation. In one hand, he gripped his combat knife, its blade still fresh with blood from his latest execution. His gaze was locked onto Lieutenant Grace Holloway, who knelt before him, wrists bound, sweat trickling down her forehead as she struggled against the horror unfolding before her.
"You thought you could stop me, Lieutenant?" Kruger’s voice was smooth, cold. He twirled the knife between his fingers, the sharp edge catching the dim light. "You thought you could fight the inevitable?"
Holloway gritted her teeth. "You’re insane."