A Glimpse of the Horror

The sterile facility stood in stark contrast to the dense jungle that concealed it. Beneath the thick canopy, the hum of cicadas and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures gave way to something far more unnatural—the dull thrum of machines, the hiss of pressurized gas, the muffled screams of those who would never be heard again.

Inside, the fluorescent lights flickered over gleaming metal tables, illuminating a row of glass observation rooms. Each chamber contained a test subject—civilians abducted from villages and rebel outposts, their wrists restrained in steel cuffs. Some still fought against their bindings, their eyes filled with defiance. Others merely stared, empty and resigned.

A team of scientists, clad in white coats and surgical masks, moved methodically around the room. Some of them worked with steady hands, loyal to the cause. Others hesitated, their unease barely concealed beneath professional detachment.