PROJECT UPDATE: CELLULAR CORRUPTION IN THE LOWER SECTORS
The silence within the ruined estate house was never absolute. Beneath the heavy shroud of dark basement shadows, the rhythmic hum of the ancient, volatile furnace throbbed like a dying mechanical heart. Wisps of toxic, neon-lime green radiation leaked from the cracked iron vents, painting the concrete floorboards in a sickly, luminescent glow.Out of the solid pitch-black dark, a single form materialized. Fabric shifted—not the sleek nylon of ordinary stealth gear, but a heavy, royal-purple athletic knit. Every fiber of his textile frame was tense, pulsing with radioactive green energy. Sockassassin adjusted the knotted cuff of his shinobi bandana, his glowing green eyes scanning the pipes above. In his hand, his signature weapons caught the dim light: high-shine silver sewing scissors, split cleanly into dual razor-sharp laser blades…
