The Bloodline Experiment

The wind screamed between the buildings as Tricia slipped into the shadows of an abandoned safehouse. Her hands trembled, not from exertion, but from the weight of what she’d just uncovered.

The datapad in her grip glowed faintly with encrypted files, the face of Nathan Hale frozen on the screen. Not just her brother. Not just a traitor.

Subject Zero.

Scion.

The architect of Project S.O.L.A.C.E.’s most twisted legacy.

She activated the decryption protocol, isolating the files tagged Project Seraphim: Bloodline Protocol. The interface loaded slowly, revealing a cascading series of logs, medical reports, and something worse, video journals. She connected the pad to the projector rig on the wall and stepped back as the first recording flickered to life.

The screen displayed a white room. Clinical. Cold.