Kept by Blood

Hawkins Lab raised me to be quiet, compliant, and forgettable, and for years that's exactly what I became. After three years on the run, being brought back feels less like capture and more like fate catching up. Henry creel still walks these halls, carrying secrets of his own, and every flickering light feels like a warning. Nothing here is what it seems-not the experiments, not the people, and certainly not me. Some subjects survive by being seen. Others survive by being overlooked.