Time: Five Months Since Ronnie's Disappearance
Location: Black Site "Nyrrh-Zeta", Subterranean Bio-Reprogramming Lab
Oversight: Lord Krull'kahn, Directorate of Cognitive Supremacy
Darkness.
Then a flicker of light—cold, sterile, and green.
It wasn't a sunrise. It was a surgical beam. And it was always shining.
Ronnie had not seen sunlight in 151 days.
The black site was never on any map. Hidden beneath a glacial trench south of the Arctic Circle, Nyrrh-Zeta was no prison. It was a crucible—designed not to contain, but to erase and remake.
Every hour, Ronnie's body had been carved, flayed, burned, rebuilt, infused, and reset. Not with metal—no. That would've been simple. They worked deeper. Into his mind. Into his soul.
He was called Subject Omega.
A designation reserved for those who resisted reprogramming longer than twenty cycles. That resistance was… a curiosity. A flaw. Something the reptilians took personally.
He was strapped to it again.
