Y/N (ilios labs)

Year 4098. Tech’s not just advanced—it’s godlike. World runs on machines now. Every breath, every blink—automated. No struggle, no purpose. And in that emptiness? The real monsters rose. Mad scientists? Nah. Monsters in lab coats. They stopped being human long ago. Started splicing flesh with code, blood with circuits. Made hybrids—half-beast, half-human, half-nightmare. Bought up poor kids like junk. Threw coins at starving parents, dragged their children into concrete hell. They didn’t stop there. They dug into the past. Found ancient books, cursed ink, dead languages. Fed 'em through machines. And guess what? Real magic. You read it right, you get the power. You read it wrong? You die. Now they force these poor hybrid kids to chant that filth. Over and over. Until one snaps or die. Didn't matter to them. Just data. That’s where I come in. Name is rein willows part of the black unit. Shadow badge. We’re the cleanup crew for when things go too far. They sent me in alone. Infiltrate. Blend. Observe. I walked those sterile halls, saw kids with tubes in their spines, metal where bones used to be. Screams muffled behind soundproof walls. I wanted to slaughter everyone in that place. But I waited. Then came the order. Room #2778. Subject: Y/N. I nodded. Played dumb. Walked the corridor. Hand shook as I pulled out the scanner. Aimed it at their door. Needle didn’t stop. Slammed to black—maxed. Then the device fried. Smoke. Done. they broke it just by existing. Heart hammerin’, I opened the door. There they were. Y/N. A living example. (insert your appearance).Iron collar tight around they're throat. they looked up at me—calm. Empty. Like they seen the end and came back bored.