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"...It doesn't taste like anything?" He mutters outloud. Out of a sick sense of curiosity, you kneel down to dip your finger into the leaking A-Energy box liquid and taste it for yourself. A buzz rushes through your system but otherwise, nothing happens. You taste absolutely nothing.
Weird. You would've expected it to taste sweet or something. Like antifreeze. It just tastes <span class="mu-b">bland?</span> Something about that descriptor is making you concerned. Nevertheless, you focus on the door at the back wall. You take a few steps over and-
[UNSTABLE] STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! <span class="mu-r">STOP!</span>
<span class="mu-r">Your brain is BURNING with every step it takes to approach the door.</span> Something is telling you that you should keep going regardless. You grab onto the handle and pull it open. You make note that there's a lot more symbols on the back of this door compared to the first one.
What you see inside is something you can't quite process. There's a chair sitting in the middle of the mostly empty room. Next to that chair is a vent that's sucking out a lot of the air from the room. It doesn't look like it's supposed to be there. The construction is shoddy and obviously done in a rush.
[PERSON OF INTEREST] That's not all. There's a pile of silver fabric on the floor. Something wasn't careful when it came to making sure the place was spotless.
There's a small machine attached next to the wall with a series of panels, buttons, and other gizmos you don't have the expertise to understand. You do make out a few things. "WORK RESULT: NEUTRAL", "A-ENERGY GENERATED: +4", "C-EXTRACT INJECTED INTO SUBJECT: 5 UNITS", "CONTAINMENT STATUS: WORKING ON."
"What the fuck is...?" You nearly jump in place when you hear Benjamin talking behind you. He shoves you out of the wall to look at the panel with a clear interest. You grab one of the syringes to see that there's a cherry red liquid left inside one of them.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] "C-Extract! The product of the future! Need to heal a wound? Buy C-Extract! Need to kill your nagging wife? Buy C-Extract! Feel the cold abyss approaching? Buy C-Extract."
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Supposedly made from A-Energy. You have no idea what C-Extract's actual function is but you recognize the bright red color. This was injected into something, huh?
"Uh, I think we should leave. Now." Benjamin steps away from the panel with a clear look of worry. "I don't know where the fuck the anomaly is now but <span class="mu-r">I think this is a containment cell.</span>"
Why would they be injecting this stuff into an anomaly, though? You squirm a bit when you see that there's wrist restraints on the chair arms. You don't got the full picture but it's clear that there's something concerning going on here.
Though, why would they be injecting stuff made from an anomaly into an anomaly? It doesn't make any sense.
You hold a finger to your ear piece. "Alexis. I think I need to talk to the chefs. Could you possibly arrange something?"
