Before Mr Cook could be prodded with any needles, the massive fortified doors slowly started to open...
A shadowy figure emerged from the clouds of steam, brought about by the door's mechanism, tall and slender this person was not a well known figure within the ranks of Cerberus...
Good day to you all, my name is Lieutenant Rodger Goode. I was personally sent here to observe the on-goings by Lieutenant Colonel Dan Beckz. After he heard what you were up to, he insisted I make the trip here and report back to him...
Lieutenant Goode walked over to a desk situated in the room and took a seat...
The world made no sense. He was floating, yethe felt himself standing on something. He was deaf but could hear everything.
He could see nothing. And still, an entire landscape appeared before him. He was nothing and all, simultaneously and at no time.
Nothing was rational. He couldn't even think. Seemedhis mind refused to focus on a single thought, every sliver of feeling or intelligence GONE.
And yet, he realised something. There was something there, amidst the confusion. Something yelling. And why did he have the feeling it was yelling at him?
He could barely form this thought as the voice overcame everything and forced him to his knees (wasn't he floating?). He knew that voice. HE KNEW IT.
"I don't know who YOU are, but you aren't her."
There was silence.
"Stop using her voice... STOP! USING! HER! VOOOOOOOOOOICE!"
<span style="color:#000000">The awful plight of he who cannot draw to save his own life.</span>