"3087! On your feet! You're being summoned," barked one of the guards, his voice echoing through the desolate halls of the containment facility.

My eyes darted up from the desolate floor of my cell, a small, barren enclosure housing little more than a cot and a flickering light that offered little solace. The guards stood at the cell entrance, their faces masked in the dim shadows, their presence an unwelcome intrusion into my isolated existence. "What for?" I questioned, my voice laden with a mix of apprehension and resignation.

"Orders from higher-ups. Don't ask questions. Just follow," sneered the other guard, a barely concealed hint of mockery in his tone. They hustled me down the corridor, their footsteps echoing against the cold, sterile walls as we ventured deeper into the facility's heart. "What's the experiment this time?" I prodded, my unease growing with each passing step. "None of your business. Keep walking," retorted the first guard, his grip tightening on my arm. 'What do you mean none of my business? I'm the one who has to be the test-ee...'

I trudged down the dim, sterile hallway, flanked by two stoic guards whose impassive gazes offered no comfort in this labyrinth of secrets. Their words were sparse, their instructions curt, as they led me down a corridor. The harsh, flickering lights overhead cast erratic shadows, and the clinking of their boots against the metal grating on my nerves.

"We're here," one of the guards grunted, his voice laced with a hint of disdain as he gestured toward the looming testing chamber. The door stood ominously before us, barely marked with enigmatic symbols hinting at its containment within this facility. A shiver crept down my spine, a cold tingle that amplified my dread, knowing that if I step through that door there is almost no guarantee I would walk out that same door. Sometimes it's best not to survive those anomalous objects, I've seen the most rational of us go in and come back from those damned tests, but they are never the same. Some are broken, some mind shattered, others brain dead. Honesty, it all happens to us expendables.

Inside the chamber stood a scientist, a figure draped in a lab coat with an aura of detached curiosity. Their eyes fixated on me with an unsettling clinical interest. "3087. Begin the test as instructed," the scientist's voice rang out, devoid of warmth or concern. The scientist handed me a device—a seemingly ordinary phone, yet its purpose within this enigmatic facility remained obscure.

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They began detailing the bizarre rules regarding the device's usage and the seemingly peculiar consequences of each action. Each instruction brought a sense of impending danger, an unspoken warning echoing through the chamber's sterile confines. Following the final command, a chilling directive to capture an image with the phone's camera, I hesitantly complied. As I raised the device, a foreboding sensation pierced my thoughts. A flash erupted, momentarily blinding me, and the device captured an image, the digital shutter's click slicing through the tense silence.

"He should suffer the exposure's effects by tomorrow." The scientist said inhumanly like I wasn't even sentient. I wanted to scream to throw into a rage and breakout through these chains and rain hell down in this facility. But I can't, we can't... we're all prisoners... rats stuck in a cage. Gnawing off our sanity bit by bit, I have accepted my fate when I was brought here against my will. I can't even remember my parents' faces anymore, in other places, you could hold on to such memories while going through hardships and fate-altering events. But here? Here in this damned place, they take everything, your voice, your sight, your mind, and finally your soul. I just want to die painlessly, but these monsters called people won't even let me have that.

Suddenly, a blare of red alarms shattered the stillness, cutting through the chilling atmosphere. Panic surged like an electric current through the facility. An entity, unrestrained and perilous, had been unleashed, demanding an immediate evacuation.

"Move! We have to get out of here!" one of the guards bellowed, panic gripping his words. They exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them before their eyes locked onto me. In a heart-stopping moment, they and the scientist slammed the chamber door shut, sealing me within.

"No! Please, don't leave me here!" I pleaded, my voice echoing futilely against the reinforced walls. But their retreating figures paid no heed, their faces etched with fear as they abandoned me to an unknown fate.

Screams, guttural and agonizing, reverberated from behind the sealed door. The clamor crescendoed, a cacophony of terror that clawed at my sanity, consuming the air until everything was white—an all-encompassing explosion, a blinding light that enveloped all my senses.