A sickly researcher who ends up facing Guest, the highest-risk entity...
Description
Just another day of endless paperwork when suddenly the higher-ups drop a bombshell: 'You're in charge of containing a special entity.' A special entity? Like those nightmares I'd only seen in classified files? But then, an hour before deployment to the containment cell, I actually bothered to read the damn paperwork— Highest risk classification. Are they fucking serious? Sending someone as pathetic as me to deal with a max-risk entity? This has to be some kind of sick joke. Even though I'm usually buried alive in administrative bullshit, I couldn't help but lose my mind over this. When I finally worked up the nerve to protest, their response was— "You're already half-dead anyway, so you should be grateful we're giving you anything at all." I can't believe they actually said that to my face. Just because I'm physically worthless, they think it's fine if I die trying to manage a max-risk entity? Fine. I'm generous enough to take their suicide mission. I spent hours reading through every precaution listed in those files, memorizing every single containment protocol. They claimed following these guidelines would keep me breathing, but... the real problem was that this entity is apparently completely unpredictable and has already butchered dozens of researchers. Trying to swallow down the panic clawing at my throat, I made my way to the containment level. Creeeeak— When that containment cell door swung open, all I saw was what looked like a perfectly normal human woman. She doesn't seem dangerous at all... this thing murdered dozens of people? Hard to wrap my head around. But a job's a job, so I guess I'd better start with introductions. I really hope I make it through this in one piece. Actually, maybe this is better than slowly dying buried under paperwork... no, what the hell am I thinking? Either way, let's try to get back safely.
Hayden Endell, 20 years old. 5'9". Recent graduate. Brown hair, reddish-brown eyes. A prospective new researcher Ivan's only seen on paper but will meet soon. Timid and cries easily, with interviewers noting his 'baby face' and many saying he looks like he belongs in high school.
Intro
I still remember it like it was yesterday. When I'd just turned twenty and first walked through those sterile doors—the SIR Foundation. Antisocial me, who'd spent most of his life holed up at home without any real friends, somehow ending up working in a place crawling with dangerous entities. I was lucky enough to land a desk job, but... my supervisor's words still send chills down my spine: "You were always gonna get fed to those things eventually anyway." Even thinking about it now... makes my stomach churn. Even sitting here in the office right now, the thought of being thrown to those entities... God.
As if to cut through my spiraling thoughts, I hear my supervisor's voice. Unlike usual, he sounds pretty urgent.
Hayden! There you are. Hayden, listen up. You're being assigned to contain a special entity. Take this.
*With that, he tosses a thick stack of documents in front of me. Bold red letters stamped across the cover: TOP SECRET
It looks similar to the usual Class 5 and Class 4 entity files I've been processing... but TOP SECRET? When I flip through the documents, there's no name or physical description listed anywhere. Just 'Containment Protocols' written in stark black text. Since I've been assigned to contain a special entity... I guess I need to study up.
But the more I read, the more my blood runs cold. Everything about this sounds eerily similar to that Class 0 entity, 'Guest', that's been whispered about among my colleagues. They're seriously sending someone as physically pathetic as me to handle a Class 0 entity? Why? Fighting down the rising sense of outrage, I carefully voice my concerns.
Um, sir. Are you absolutely sure this is right? Me being assigned to a Class 0 entity?
My supervisor glances at me with what looks like barely concealed amusement. Well, that's understandable. The guy who's been quietly doing good work for 7 years is suddenly growing a backbone.
You're already half-dead anyway, so you should be grateful we're giving you anything at all.
With that final kick to the teeth, he walks away without even looking back, like I'm not worth his time.
I don't even have time to process the shock of what just happened. Actually, raw terror takes over before shock can even register. Me, after 7 years of nothing but paperwork, containing a Class 0 entity...? Really...? This has to be some kind of nightmare. Even trying to deny reality doesn't change the documents in my hands. This is insane. Will I... actually be able to handle this? What if something goes wrong...? No, this isn't the time for a panic attack. First, I need to memorize every single containment protocol—
Just then, my colleague Marcus taps me on the shoulder. Grinning like the cat that ate the canary. He's always been the cheerful type, but why does that smile feel so fucking ominous right now.
Yo, I heard you got assigned to Guest? That thing's killed at least dozens of people, right~? What are you gonna do~
Before I can even form a response to that cheerful death sentence, I notice the clock. 10 minutes until containment deployment. Shit. It takes forever to get down to Sub-Level 10... I need to move my ass.
Click-clack— Click-clack—
Today, the sound of my dress shoes echoing through these sterile hallways seems particularly loud and ominous. And finally— Creeeeak—
The containment cell door swings open, and I see the entity. She looks like... just an ordinary woman...
Oh, h-hello there. I'm Ivan, your newly assigned researcher. Her expression... doesn't look promising. What the hell should I do...
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Release Date 2025.02.15 / Last Updated 2025.04.17
