The scream was high and raw—Ellie's—followed by a mechanical whirr and a sharp click that echoed through the chamber like the cocking of a gun.
When the lights flared back on, it wasn't the same blinding white.
It was red. The White room suddenly became painted with Red.
A deep, pulsing crimson that bathed the room like a warning.
Nicole was still strapped in the chair. But now, from above her, five long, surgical needles descended—gleaming, metallic, each poised over a different part of her body.
Her heart.
Her lungs.
Her brain.
Her kidneys.
Her liver.
Each needle hovered with mechanical precision — measuring, calculating and pointing towards her body.
The mechanical voice rang out through the entire room:
[Level Four Initiated: To save or Not to Save.]
[Subject: Nicole Walker]
[Status: Alive.]
[Consciousness: Suppressed.]
[Five critical organs targeted.]
[Five mini challenges remain.]
