The dim glow of overhead lights flickered across the bloodstained steel walls of Kruger's command chamber. He stood motionless, staring at his reflection in a cracked mirror. Deep scars ran down his face, the remnants of countless battles, but something was different now.
His eyes burned with a cold, unnatural glow.
The latest bio-serum injection had changed him—more than before. He could feel his muscles coiling tighter, his reflexes sharper, his mind teetering on the edge of something… monstrous. The whispers were no longer just whispers; they were voices now—demanding, urging him to embrace the abyss.
A metallic hiss echoed through the chamber as the steel doors slid open.
Dr. Sylvia "Plague Mistress" Voss entered, her blood-red coat flowing behind her like a specter. The scent of chemicals and decay followed her as she approached Kruger, a twisted smirk playing at her lips.