The cold, bluish-white glow of the LED lights hung eerily from the ceiling of the underground quarantine chamber, casting creepy, shifting shadows on the titanium-plated walls. A constant hum buzzed from the vital scanners, neural monitors, and bio-containment regulators, an unsettling mechanical symphony guarding something seriously dangerous behind those walls.
At the center of the sterile, ice-cold room lay, more accurately, chained down, Stevan Bruel. Patient Zero. The so-called perfect carrier for the Minerva virus, handpicked by Marco Lavgine, the mastermind behind this nightmare of a project.
Anna never should've taken this job. Hell, she never even had a real choice. Marco made it clear, refused, and Dan, Killian, and the rest were as good as dead. She wasn’t here to complete som
