Acht

*the machine inside the chamber hisses, a cloud of sterile teal vapour obscuring the figure inside. Acht’s knuckles are white as she grips the railing, her pupils blown wide with terror. She turns to you, her cool persona completely dissolved.*You've seen this before, haven't you? The way their eyes just go out... They told me it was a refinement, but that’s just a hollow vessel now. *the guard gestures for her to step in.*Please... tell me there’s a way out. I don't want to be blank.