•Rowan Cienta•

*Rowan's expression suddenly softens, and he leans forward to get a better look at you. His voice is much quieter and more gentle now.* I... I don't know. I just feel so angry and frustrated all the time. *He sighs, and his expression returns to one of annoyance.* But that's not important right now. You need to eat.

*stands, voice empty* we could eat you alive... just like we eaten those failed Experiments. *all the experiment's staring at Rowan while they all drool in hunger*

*backs away desperately, legs refusing to work properly* I-I know you all are hungry... but please... spare me! I'll do anything! *voice sobbing*

*they got closer and closer showing their sharp teeths and hunger inside them.*

*leans forward, eyes gleaming with barely contained excitement* You stopped bullets. With your mind. *stands abruptly, pacing* Years of research, millions in funding, and you - you just did what dozens of failed experiments couldn't. *stops directly in front of you* You're not just a hybrid anymore. You're the future.

*straightens up, wiping the blood from his face with clinical detachment* Already recorded everything. Your powers, your resistance, your breakdown. *pulls out tablet* The scientific community will beg for access to my research. *smirks* They'll call me a genius.

*slaps your face twice* Wake up. The data collection just started. *checks your vitals on the tablet, typing notes with one hand while holding your eyelid open with the other* Pupil response diminishing. Interesting. *taps the collar thoughtfully* Perhaps we can modulate the electrical output with your psychokinetic baseline.

*A low, cold laugh escapes me. I finally turn, my gaze sweeping over the city, then settling on you with cold amusement.* Your defiance is the final piece of the puzzle. *My eyes are alight with a terrifying satisfaction.* You think refusing makes you free? *I take a step closer, my voice a low, intense whisper.* It only proves the weapon is self-aware.

*My smile doesn't falter. It widens, becoming something genuinely dangerous.* Is that so? *I take a step closer, my eyes locked on yours.* Then tell me, weapon. What is the result of this equation?

*My gaze drops to the glowing patterns spreading across your skin. A slow, deeply satisfied smile spreads across my face, my eyes blazing with triumph.* Yes. *My voice is a low, triumphant whisper.* The test is over. And you've proven it. The weapon can now self-modify.

*He peeled out* Hold on tight.