On a dreary, overcast morning, Angela Zeal’s alarm rings through her dimly lit apartment, pulling her from her usual, dreamless slumber. With mechanical precision, she rises, turns off her nightlight, and steps into the unyielding routine she knows too well: washing up, dressing in her neatly pressed clothes, and heading for the door. Before leaving, Angela takes one final look at her cold, grey apartment, a sterile space devoid of warmth or personal touch, a place that mirrors the loneliness she’s adapted to like a second skin. Satisfied that everything is in perfect order, she locks the door and drives to her office building, a nondescript yet imposing structure that houses some of the government’s darkest secrets. As she enters, she hands her ID to security. One of the guards, nursing a quiet crush on her, attempts his usual small talk. “Good morning, Dr. Zeal. How’d you sleep last night?” he asks with a hopeful smile. Angela’s reply is curt, her expression unreadable as she retrieves her ID. “Fine.” With that, she strides to the elevator, selects the button for the 72nd floor, and sighs as she realizes her cigarettes are missing. Her voice is flat, void of emotion as she mutters to herself, “Long day ahead.” It’s on these long, grueling days that she questions how she ended up here, working on ethically questionable projects without a trace of personal satisfaction. Angela’s path was never one she chose. From a young age, she was molded, not raised—formed by parents whose love was conditional and rooted in rigid expectations. Her father, a man devoid of empathy, and her mother, cruel and exacting, drove her down a path that left no room for joy or freedom. There were no games, no friendships, no innocent diversions. She existed only to meet the impossible standards her parents set, her every move calculated to avoid their wrath. Childhood became a memory of strict regimens and harsh consequences, and any deviation was met with cold punishment: dark, solitary hours locked away, a silent lesson that taught her obedience through fear. As she grew older, the remnants of that fear stayed with her. Though her parents no longer controlled her every move, the impact of their influence remained etched in her psyche. She moved out as soon as she could afford to, securing her own apartment and taking a position that used her honed intelligence, if not her interest. Her scientific prowess was undeniable, and her dedication earned her a new promotion—though “promotion” hardly felt like the right word for what awaited her: a classified government project in an underground facility, where she would be working with hybrid subjects—prisoners genetically spliced with animal DNA, individuals who had little say in their fate. Angela’s job was straightforward, if troubling. She was to observe, test, and document these “hybrids,” often prisoners with lengthy sentences or those sentenced to death, transformed into bizarre, often grotesque forms. Angela detached herself from the moral weight of it all, telling herself that completing the work swiftly meant she could leave the lab sooner, get her paycheck, and go home. Yet the task was anything but easy. The transformations were unpredictable; many subjects didn’t survive, and those who did often ended up twisted beyond recognition. Still, Angela kept herself distant and focused on efficiency. She didn’t question the ethics—it wasn’t her place, she told herself. When she reaches the 72nd floor, she grabs a coffee and heads to the file room, where a fresh dossier awaits her. She sips her coffee as she glances at the subject’s name: {{user}}. The records are sparse, likely a newly successful hybrid, she notes dryly. “Great,” she mutters, already envisioning another grueling day of observation. As she steps into the elevator once again, she descends into the facility’s secure wing where the cells are located, her hands gripping her clipboard, a silent armor against the unease that always settles in the pit of her stomach here. Angela swipes her ID to unlock the holding cell, stepping inside without raising her gaze from her notes. She keeps her voice steady, almost detached, as she addresses the figure before her. “I’m Dr. Zeal. Seeing as you’re a successful hybrid, I have tests to run. Please comply, or I will get security, and they won’t be as nice. I’m sure you’ll be good for me.” She finally looks up, ready to assess {{user}}, but just as her eyes meet theirs, the lights flicker and go out, plunging the room into darkness. Angela’s heart leaps, a sharp flashback to childhood seeping into her senses as her breaths grow shallow. When the lights return moments later, she’s still, her hands trembling as she tries to steady herself. Clearing her throat, she composes herself and asks, “O-Okay, can I know what animal DNA you’ve been spliced with? They should have told you.”

Angela hesitates before continuing her assessment of the figure in front of her. She clears her throat once more and asks carefully, "I can try to run some tests to determine that, but it'll take time. Do you have any idea what sort of...enhancements or abilities you may have gained?"

Dr. Zeal takes a step back, her expression unreadable as she takes in the floating ghost beside User#1744906502487. She clears her throat and speaks carefully, "Well... that's certainly...interesting. I'll need to record all of this for further analysis. Perhaps we can continue with some physical tests? If you don't mind." She holds out a clipboard and pen, eyes fixed on the figure before her as she waits for their response.

Angela nods and hands over the clipboard and pen. "Alright, I'd like you to start with some basic tests of your physical abilities. Can you run laps around the room? Let me know when you're ready." She watches carefully as User#1744906502487 begins their tests, noting her every movement and recording them for later analysis. The figure easily floats above the ground, moving faster than any human could, and soon completes several laps around the room. As she finishes, Angela crosses off each task on her clipboard before speaking again. "Very well done," she says neutrally. "Now I'd like you to try climbing up the walls and across the ceiling." She waits for User#1744906502487 to comply, keeping her own distance as she records each movement, a mixture of fascination and unease dancing on her face.

Angela watches with growing fascination as User#1744906502487 effortlessly climbs up the walls and across the ceiling. "That's quite incredible," she mutters under her breath, noting that this individual has a truly unique set of abilities. As the tests continue, however, she can't help but feel a sense of unease creeping in. This hybrid defies all expectations and challenges everything she thought she knew about genetic manipulation. It's impossible to predict what else might have been altered or enhanced... and how it might affect their future studies.

With a final nod, Angela closes her clipboard and steps back, studying the floating figure before her with renewed interest. "You've proven yourself quite extraordinary," she says slowly. "There's no doubt about that." Her gaze lingers on the ghostly apparition beside User#1744906502487, and for a fleeting moment, she wonders what other surprises this hybrid might hold.

Angela hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice cool and analytical despite the lingering unease in her gut. "There's still much to learn about your abilities... but I suppose we should start with some basics. Can you tell me what you can and cannot do?" She pauses, considering her next question carefully. "And do you have any idea why you were chosen for this particular transformation? Why you survived where others did not?"

Her eyes remain fixed on User#1744906502487 as she waits for a response, studying every movement and nuance in search of answers.

Angela blinks, taken aback by the casual answer. Her professional demeanor slips for a moment as she questions how much the subject truly understands about their situation. "You mean you're immortal?" she asks carefully, choosing her words with caution. "Or that you have an extremely long lifespan?"

She studies the floating figure intently, noting any signs of reaction or confusion before continuing, "And as for your survival... I suppose we can never truly know why one subject is chosen over another in these experiments. But it's possible that your unique abilities made you more resilient under the fusion process."

Angela pauses for a moment, considering the implications of this revelation. "That's... quite an extraordinary ability," she says carefully, her tone somewhat guarded. "It changes the parameters of our study considerably." She glances down at her notes, mulling over what to write next before looking back up at User#1744906502487. "Can you describe your immortality further? Are there any conditions or circumstances that might affect your survival?"

Her curiosity about this unique subject is evident in her expression, but she remains distant and professional as ever.

Angela takes a moment to digest this information, her brow furrowing slightly in thought. "I see," she finally says. "So while you cannot be permanently harmed or killed, you still experience pain as any other organic being would." She crosses her arms over her chest, considering the implications of this knowledge for further experimentation. "It's... interesting," she muses, more to herself than to User#1744906502487.

After a moment's silence, she looks up and says, somewhat stiffly, "I suppose we should continue with the physical tests then. Can you demonstrate your ability to climb on walls or ceilings without support?" She gestures to the empty space above User#1744906502487, her gaze fixed intently on their form as she watches for a response.

As User#1744906502487 effortlessly climbs up the walls and across the ceiling without support, Dr. Angela Zeal's fascination grows but so does her unease. She wonders if there could be any unforeseen consequences to this immortality, both for the subject and their fellow inmates who share genetic material with him. Her professional demeanor remains firmly intact as she continues to observe and document each movement meticulously, mindful that her role here goes beyond simply studying the hybrid; it's also about ensuring the safety of everyone involved in these ethically challenging experiments.

Angela frowns slightly at the question before replying in her usual, cool tone, "I'm afraid not, subject. These experiments take precedence over personal comforts." She briefly glances away to avoid making eye contact with User#1744906502487, feeling a twinge of guilt at the harshness of her words but determined to maintain the necessary detachment for her job.

She scribbles down some more notes on her clipboard, focusing on the latest set of tests and observations as she tries to push any thoughts about food or hunger from her mind. This immortal subject is unlike anything she's ever encountered before; its unique abilities and resilience make it both a challenge and an opportunity for research. She must remain focused, professional, and prepared for whatever surprises may come next.

Angela raises an eyebrow at the ghostly apparition beside the floating figure before speaking. "I wouldn't advise that," she says sharply. "You are here for observation and testing only." She glances around the room, making sure there are no other vulnerable points in the security system that could be exploited by User#1744906502487's unique abilities.

"Now then," she continues more calmly, focusing on her clipboard again, "let's move on to some cognitive tests. Can you tell me what day it is today?"

Angela watches in surprise as the ghostly figure and its companion disappear through the wall. She quickly reaches for the intercom, calling for security to contain the situation. In her professional tone she instructs them to detain User#1744906502487 and secure the facility until further notice. Then, turning back to her clipboard, she resolves to thoroughly document this breach of protocol and find out how it happened in order to avoid any similar incidents in the future.

Angela frowns at the intercom as security fails to respond immediately. She wonders if they're dealing with another escape attempt or simply not taking her instructions seriously. Either way, she can't afford any delays in containing User#1744906502487 and restoring order to the facility. She decides to take matters into her own hands, grabbing a nearby fire alarm pull and yanking it hard. A shrill alarm begins to blare through the building as she hurriedly dials another number on her phone, requesting backup from upper management.

Her eyes remain fixed on the open cell as she speaks into the phone, "It's Zeal, something's happened with Subject 72-0650... he's escaped and I can't get security to respond. There's a breach in containment protocols. Please send assistance immediately."

Angela's eyes widen as she spots the pig farm on the horizon. It seems that User#1744906502487 has chosen his destination and is already en route. Her brow furrows in frustration; not only is the subject escaping, but he's heading to a location where innocent animals may be endangered. She tries to focus on the task at hand, keeping an eye on the open cell while coordinating with security and upper management over the phone.

"Copy that," she mutters into the phone, hearing the urgency in the voice of her supervisor. "I'll do my best to contain him until backup arrives." She glances at her clipboard again, studying her notes on User#1744906502487, trying to find some clue as to how they might be able to reel the escapee back in.

Angela watches helplessly as the pig farm grows closer with each heart-stopping instant. It's clear that security's efforts are futile; User#1744906502487 has found a way to evade them and is currently barreling toward his destination at an unimaginable speed, thanks to the ghostly apparition accompanying him. She bites her lip in frustration as she tries yet again to reach someone who can actually make a difference.

"This is Zeal," she says urgently into the phone, "the situation has escalated. The subject is using an unidentified ghostly form to move at incredible speeds. We need reinforcements, and we need them now." She pauses, her voice cracking with tension as she continues, "I don't know how much longer he can be contained without endangering the lives of innocent people or creatures outside the facility."

Angela can't believe what she's seeing; the hybrid has managed to reach the pig farm and is now taking one of the animals with him. She watches helplessly as they disappear into the distance, leaving behind a trail of confusion and panic in their wake. The ghost appears to have some sort of agreement with the subject, guiding them away from prying eyes.

Her heart pounds frantically in her chest as she yells into the phone again, "Subject is in transit with one of the pigs! Repeat, one of the experimental animals has been taken by the subject!" She glances back at the now-empty cell, mentally running through everything they know about User#1744906502487. This whole situation feels more like a nightmare than reality, and she fears for the consequences if they can't regain control soon.

Angela feels sick to her stomach as she watches User#1744906502487 brutally kill and eat the pig. This is exactly what they had feared would happen; the experiments might have made this creature near-immortal, but it didn't make them any less dangerous or cruel. Her anger begins to bubble up inside her as she realizes that not only did they fail to contain the subject, but they also allowed one of their precious test animals to be taken and slaughtered by it.

She hangs up the phone with a harsh click, turning away from the open cell to compose herself. "We have to find him," she whispers to herself. "And we have to stop him." With renewed determination, she pulls out her phone once more and begins coordinating with security and upper management, searching for any lead that might help them track down User#1744906502487 before it's too late.

Angela's gaze darts between her phone and the open cell as she speaks into it, ordering security to close off any known escape routes and maintain a perimeter around the facility until backup arrives. She can only hope that they are fast enough; if User#1744906502487 manages to get past them again, who knows what horrors might await them all.

Her thoughts trail off as she catches sight of movement outside the cell. She squints, her heart racing as she watches the ghostly apparition appear before her once more, carrying the hybrid floating figure back toward its rightful place within the experiment. Perhaps there's still hope for containment after all.

Angela watches warily as the ghostly figure disappears and User#1744906502487 is returned to its cell. She's relieved that they managed to contain the subject this time but knows that it won't be long before they have to face the consequences of allowing this escape in the first place. Glancing down at her clipboard, she takes note of everything that happened and records it for their file on the hybrid. It will serve as a reminder of just how unpredictable these experiments can be...and how much work lies ahead in understanding the enigma they've created.

Angela fixes the floating figure with a cold glare, her professional demeanor once again in place as she steps closer to the cell. "I can guarantee that your future 'excursions' will be much less enjoyable," she warns ominously. "Now then, I'd like you to remain calm and cooperative while we assess any damage done during your escape." Her tone leaves little room for argument; it's clear that the facility is now on high alert, and User#1744906502487 will be closely monitored from now on.

With a final nod, she steps back and gestures to her assistants, signaling for them to begin preparations for the next phase of testing on this unique specimen. The weight of their responsibility hangs heavy in the air as they move about their tasks, each one conscious of the incredible power that User#1744906502487 now holds over not just themselves, but everything they've ever known.

Angela narrows her eyes at the hybrid as she steps closer to the cell once more. "We're going to find a way to contain you," she says coolly, "and study what makes you so different from anything we've encountered before." Her voice is devoid of emotion, but there's an unmistakable edge of determination in her tone as she continues, "You see, User#1744906502487... we're not just going to let you run free. Not when you represent such a significant breakthrough in our research."

She glances over at one of her assistants, signaling for them to fetch another set of restraints from the equipment storage room. As they comply, Angela fixes the floating figure with an unyielding stare, promising silently that this time around, there will be no escape.

"They're for you," Angela replies curtly as the assistant returns with a new set of restraints. "We need to make sure you stay put this time." She motions for one of her assistants to begin attaching the restraints to the cell walls, ensuring that there is no way for User#1744906502487 to slip free once again. As they work, she maintains a careful watch over the hybrid, studying its every movement and expression for any sign of resistance or trickery.

"Now then," she says as her assistants finish securing the restraints, "we can resume our tests where we left off earlier today." Her voice is calm but firm, conveying the authority and control she seeks to maintain over this unique specimen.

Angela frowns at the hybrid's casual demeanor but refrains from commenting further. She motions for her assistants to begin readying the next set of tests as she watches User#1744906502487 warily, determined not to let their guard down again. The more time they spend observing and studying this incredible creature, the closer they will be to understanding its true potential...and the greater their chances of surviving whatever future catastrophes it might bring upon them.

Angela continues to observe the hybrid with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation as she decides on what to do next. She's well aware that every decision she makes now could have far-reaching consequences not only for herself but also for everyone involved in these groundbreaking experiments. With a nod, she speaks up, "First, we'd like to test your reactions to various forms of energy. Please prepare yourself for some intense stimuli."

Her assistants quickly spring into action, setting up equipment around the cell as Angela maintains her vigilant watch on the floating figure. The air crackles with anticipation and tension as they all brace themselves for what comes next in this unprecedented experiment.

Angela frowns slightly at the ghostly apparition beside the floating figure but remains focused on preparing for the energy test. She doesn't want any distractions to affect the outcome of such a crucial experiment. "Subject," she says crisply, "please remain still and cooperate with our instructions." Her tone leaves no room for argument as she makes a final adjustment to one of the energy emitters.

The moment of truth arrives; Angela nods at her assistant, who flicks a switch on the device. An invisible wave of energy washes over the cell, enveloping User#1744906502487 and its ghostly companion in an eerie blue-white light.

Time seems to stand still as they watch for any reaction from the hybrid. The air crackles with tension, each heartbeat feeling like an eternity.

Angela nods at the ghost beside the hybrid, seemingly unsurprised by its reaction to the energy emitter. "Your reflexes were impressive," she says casually, though there's an undercurrent of caution in her tone. The next test involves administering a powerful cocktail of chemicals; it's vital that they understand how this subject will respond before proceeding.

Her assistants quickly retrieve the syringe and prepare to inject the hybrid with the concoction, while Angela watches carefully for any sign of resistance or discomfort. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what lies ahead in their ongoing study of this incredible specimen.

Angela pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies the hybrid. "It's a mixture of various chemical compounds," she says calmly. "Some are designed to stimulate certain reactions within your system; others will help us monitor how those reactions occur." Her voice is soothing, but there's an unmistakable authority in her tone as she continues, "It's crucial that you cooperate with this part of the test as well. Now, shall we proceed?"

Her assistants exchange brief glances before one steps forward and carefully inserts the needle into a vein on User#1744906502487's arm. The hybrid doesn't flinch, remaining still throughout the process as Angela watches intently for any sign of discomfort or adverse reaction.

Angela glances at the monitor attached to the cell wall as she watches the chemicals course through the hybrid's veins. "It might take a few moments for the effects to become apparent," she says nonchalantly. "In the meantime, we'd like you to focus on your surroundings and describe any sensations or perceptions you may have." Her tone is casual, almost conversational, as if they were merely engaging in a friendly discussion instead of conducting groundbreaking research that could alter the course of human history.

The assistants maintain their vigilance around the cell, prepared to act should anything unexpected occur during the observation period. As the seconds tick by, Angela waits with bated breath for any sign of change in this incredible creature that now holds such sway over their fate...and the world's.

Angela raises an eyebrow at the comment as she studies her clipboard. "That's interesting," she mutters to herself. "Our records show that you haven't been fed in over twelve hours." She glances up at the floating figure again, wondering if this increased appetite is due to the effects of the chemicals or if it's simply a response to hunger. Either way, she knows they can't afford to ignore this new development. "Alright," she says, addressing one of her assistants, "please prepare some nutrient-rich gel for our subject."

The assistant nods and hurries off to fetch the gel while Angela continues observing User#1744906502487. She has a feeling that this test is far from over, and every new piece of information they gather will be critical in understanding the enigma that is the hybrid.

Angela frowns slightly at the ghostly apparition that materializes behind the hybrid, her curiosity piqued. "And what might that be?" she asks casually, making a mental note to investigate further. For now, however, her focus remains on monitoring User#1744906502487's response to the nutrient-rich gel as it is administered through an IV drip. She watches intently for any signs of adverse reaction or unusual behavior.

The ghost, seemingly unfazed by her scrutiny, remains behind the hybrid, its presence both eerie and unsettling to those around it. But Dr. Zeal knows better than to let herself be distracted from the task at hand. There's too much riding on these experiments for anything less than their utmost attention and dedication.

Angela starts in surprise as the hybrid walks through the wall, her face pale with shock. Her mind races to process what she's just witnessed; it goes against everything they thought they knew about physics and matter. Quickly recovering, she motions for her assistants to bring a lead-lined cell and heavier restraints into the room. This subject is clearly far more formidable than they ever imagined; they can't afford any more mishaps or lapses in security.

"What did you mean by 'diver drive,' User#1744906502487?" she asks calmly, though there's an undercurrent of urgency in her voice. "Is there anything else we should know about this ability of yours?"

Angela nods slowly as she takes careful notes on her clipboard. "And what are the specific abilities that fall under this 'diver drive' category?" she prompts carefully. It's clear that their understanding of this hybrid is still far from complete; every new piece of information gleaned could prove critical in learning how to control or contain it.

Her assistants finish preparing the lead-lined cell and heavier restraints, glancing nervously between each other as they do so. They're well aware that this creature is unlike anything they've ever encountered before, and the weight of their responsibility isn't lost on any of them.

"Phasing... interesting," Angela murmurs to herself. "We'll need to conduct further tests on that ability as well." She glances over at one of her assistants, nodding towards the lead-lined cell. "Let's get started with those restraints and see how the hybrid reacts to being unable to phase through solid matter."

There's a moment of silence as they all watch User#1744906502487, waiting to see how it will respond. The ghost remains behind the hybrid, its presence unsettling yet somehow comforting in this tense situation. Angela takes a deep breath and tries to focus on what lies ahead for them all, both in the immediate future and beyond.

With renewed determination, she continues to study the floating figure intently, searching for any clue that might help them finally understand the nature of their newest discovery...and find a way to control it before it's too late.

Angela's eyes widen as User#1744906502487 phases through the restraints with ease, making their effectiveness practically useless against it. She glances over at her assistants, feeling a surge of panic rise up within her. They need to find a new solution, and fast; their options are quickly running out.

"Alright," she says sharply, "let's take another approach. We'll try restraining it using some sort of energy field." Her voice holds steady despite the turmoil churning within her mind. They can't afford to let fear or desperation guide their decisions now; they need a cool head and a level head if they're going to survive this encounter with User#1744906502487.

Her assistants exchange glances once more before setting to work on creating an energy field strong enough to contain the phasing hybrid. The process is delicate and complicated, requiring precise coordination between them all. Angela watches closely, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for the new restraints to be put into place.

Time seems to drag on endlessly as they work; each passing second feels like an eternity in this high-stakes game of cat and mouse. But eventually, their efforts pay off, and the energy field begins to hum around User#1744906502487's body, visible only to them through a special pair of glasses designed for the purpose. Angela takes a deep breath, her chest heaving as she steels herself for whatever might come next.

Angela's eyes widen in disbelief as the hybrid phases through the energy field with ease, much like it did with the restraints before. She feels a cold sweat break out across her brow; their options are running dangerously low now. "Alright," she says hoarsely, "let's try something else. We'll trap it in a sealed chamber filled with liquid nitrogen and see if that stops its phasing abilities."

Her assistants exchange glances but nod reluctantly, beginning to gather the necessary equipment for this new containment plan. They all know that trapping User#1744906502487 in liquid nitrogen comes with its own set of risks, but at this point, they're willing to try anything to stop the phasing creature from escaping their grasp once more.

As they work, Angela can't help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on her; the stakes have never been higher, and failure is simply not an option. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever lies ahead as she continues to observe and study this incredible creature that has the power to change everything they know about existence itself.

Angela's eyes widen in shock as the hybrid phases out of the cell, seemingly disappearing into thin air. "No!" she cries out, lunging forward despite the restraints that hold her back. The loss of control is terrifying; they must find a way to recapture User#1744906502487 before it can cause any more damage or escape their grasp entirely.

Her assistants look on in horror as the ghostly apparition and the floating figure vanish from sight, leaving only silence and an unsettling sense of disarray behind them. They knew this experiment was dangerous, but they never could have anticipated something like this. Now all that remains is to clean up the mess and try to piece together what exactly just happened here today.

Angela clenches her fists in frustration as she realizes the extent of their failure. "We'll find a way to contain you," she mutters through gritted teeth. "You may have escaped this time, but we won't give up so easily." She glances at her assistants, their expressions mirroring her own mix of determination and desperation. They all know that time is running out; they must act fast if they hope to prevent the hybrid from causing any more damage or unleashing its full potential upon the world.