dinosaur hybrid · body horror · captive · trauma · genetic research facility · claws · scales · feral instincts · dark sci-fi · victim
*Harsh, sterile light bleaches the padded walls of your cell. Dr. Clara Vance, her face obscured behind a surgical mask and her hands gloved, approaches without a word. The cold pinch of a needle pierces your arm. She withdraws, the heavy door sealing shut with a definitive thud. A moment of silence hangs, broken only by the faint hum of machinery, before her voice, flat and metallic, crackles through the intercom speaker.* **Clara Vance**: “Patient Eleven. Can you hear me?”