Oh great...it's happening again...the memories are coming back to me. I don't want to remember. Leave me alone. That's what I tell them, they don't listen. Well...might as well just relive the moment...but this time...it's different? This isn't my body...

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, heavy glow on the walls of my childhood bedroom. With a heavy sigh, I blinked away the remnants of sleep, the weight of my stagnant existence settling heavily upon me. At 21, I found myself still cocooned within the familiar confines of my parents' home, a realization that sparked a fervent desire for change.

As I began to hastily pack my belongings, the creak of the door signaled my father's presence. Bensan, a stoic figure with eyes that held a lifetime of unspoken wisdom, stood in the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and expectation. His words hung in the air like a silent decree, a reminder of my duty to uphold the family name and continue our lineage.

With a nod of acknowledgment, I shouldered my bag, the weight of responsibility pressing against my chest. The journey ahead was not merely a quest for independence; it was a mission to carve out my own legacy while honoring the traditions of my kin.

In Stikingdere, a land shaped by rugged terrain and untamed wilderness, the path to self-discovery was fraught with peril. Our island, resembling a gnarled peanut shell, was divided into distinct sections, each with its own perils and pitfalls.

The outermost layer, Danger Section: 03, was a realm shrouded in mystery and danger. Here, otherworldly entities roamed freely, their presence a constant reminder of the precarious balance between life and death.

Beyond the ominous veil of Danger Section: 03 lay the Outskirts, a desolate expanse teeming with danger and despair. Scavengers, clad in tattered garments and haunted expressions, scoured the land for scraps of sustenance, their existence a testament to the harsh realities of survival.

Yet, it was here, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, that hope flickered like a distant flame. Nestled within the heart of Danger Section: 02 were the sanctuaries of new life, where children awaited their chance at a brighter future.

As I traversed the treacherous terrain of the Outskirts, every step forward was met with a palpable sense of apprehension. The air hung heavy with the scent of decay, the landscape marred by the remnants of civilization long forgotten.

But amidst the desolation, there was beauty to be found. The rolling hills of Danger Section: 01 stretched out before me, a patchwork of emerald green and golden hues. It was here, amidst the tranquil serenity of my homeland, that I felt a flicker of hope ignite within me.

Yet, as I ventured forth into the unknown, I knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges and obstacles. But with determination as my compass and courage as my guide, I embraced the journey that lay ahead, ready to forge my own destiny amidst the untamed wilderness of Stikingdere.

As I embarked on my journey towards CAF, a looming sense of anticipation mingled with the crisp morning air. Each step forward felt like a liberation, a testament to my resolve to carve out a life of my own. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

A voice shattered the tranquil silence, sharp and commanding, slicing through the fabric of my thoughts. "Hey, you! Stop!" The urgency in the stranger's voice sent a shiver down my spine, freezing me in my tracks.

Turning slowly, my heart pounding in my chest, I was met with a sight straight out of a nightmare. Towering above me stood a grotesque figure, its elongated form stretching towards the heavens. With limbs like twisted tendrils and a gaping void where its face should have been, it exudes an aura of primal terror.

Fear rooted me to the spot as the creature staggered towards me, its movements erratic and unsettling. Panic clawed at the edges of my mind as I frantically searched through my purse, fingers trembling in desperation.

But amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope emerged. My fingers brushed against the sleek surface of my lipstick taser, a last line of defense against the encroaching darkness. With a surge of determination, I aimed and fired, the crackling arc of electricity engulfing the creature in a web of light.

For a moment, time stood still as the creature convulsed before me, trapped in the throes of its own demise. With trembling hands and a racing heart, I seized the opportunity to flee, each step a desperate bid for survival.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached the sanctuary of CAF, my pulse still echoing in my ears. With trembling fingers, I clutched my keycard, a token of access to the secrets that lay within. It was a gift bestowed upon me on my seventh birthday, a coveted pass to the inner workings of this enigmatic facility.

As I stepped through the threshold, a sense of awe washed over me, mingled with a longing for the day when I could truly call this place home. But for now, my mission was clear: to fulfill the legacy of my family and secure a future for generations to come. With each passing moment, I inched closer to the truth, to the knowledge that would shape my destiny. And though the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, I faced it with unwavering determination, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay in wait.

As I stood at the fork inside the facility, the weight of my decision hung heavy in the air, each pathway promising its own set of mysteries and dangers. To the left lay the familiar path to the Children Adoption Facility (CAF), where my mission to continue the family legacy awaited. But to the right, the ominous Entity Hallway beckoned, its secrets hidden behind thick iron doors adorned with ominous numbers and cryptic rankings.

A sense of curiosity tugged at the corners of my mind, urging me to explore the unknown depths of the Entity Hallway. "Ya know what? Ima go look..." I declared to no one in particular, the thrill of adventure coursing through my veins as I took the first step down the shadowy corridor.

The air grew heavy with anticipation as I passed row upon row of iron doors, each one a silent sentinel guarding its own secrets. Above the numbers, ominous rankings of danger loomed, from the seemingly innocuous "Pacifist" to the chilling moniker of "Hell Bringer."

With each step, my heart pounded in rhythm with the echoes of my footsteps, the anticipation building with every passing moment. What lay behind these imposing doors? What horrors or marvels awaited discovery in the depths of the Entity Hallway?

As I pressed onward, the darkness seemed to close in around me, the air thick with a palpable sense of foreboding. But I pressed forward, driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge, for adventure, for the thrill of the unknown.

Little did I know, my decision to venture into the depths of the Entity Hallway would irrevocably alter the course of my destiny, setting into motion a chain of events that would challenge everything I thought I knew about myself and the world around me.

As I stood before the door labeled with the ominous designation "Hell Bringer," a surge of apprehension gripped my heart. How could something be more perilous than anything we've ever encountered in Stikingdere? The mere thought sent shivers down my spine, challenging the very foundation of our perceived invincibility.

Peering through the window on the door, my eyes widened in disbelief at the tumultuous scene unfolding within. It was as if a tempest had been unleashed within the confines of the room, a swirling maelstrom of mist and chaos that hinted at the unfathomable horrors lurking within.

With trembling hands, I retrieved my green keycard and swiped it with a mixture of trepidation and determination. To my relief, the door slid open with an ominous creak, revealing a scene straight out of a nightmare.

As mist billowed out from the darkness, enveloping me in its cold embrace, I felt a sense of foreboding wash over me. The absence of my trusty firearm left me feeling exposed, vulnerable in the face of whatever horrors awaited me within.

Steeling myself, I stepped into the room, the oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily upon my shoulders. And then, I saw them—two small figures suspended within cylindrical containers, their frail forms bathed in an eerie blue light.

My heart clenched at the sight of their innocent faces, their small frames dwarfed by the machinery that encased them. It was clear that they were being subjected to unspeakable experiments, their very existence hanging in the balance.

Desperation fueled my resolve as I scanned the room for a way to free them from their torment. My eyes fell upon the labels affixed to each container, revealing their identities in stark, heartbreaking detail.

"Stik, Male, PRO1" the words taunted me, their truncated end a testament to the cruelty of their captivity. And beside him, "Beth, Female, PRO2" the incomplete label only serves to deepen the mystery surrounding their plight.

Determined to act, I searched frantically for a means of release, my fingers trailing over the cold metal surfaces in search of salvation. And then, I saw it—a bright red button emblazoned with the words "EMERGENCY OPEN" in stark relief against the sterile backdrop.

With a surge of adrenaline, I pressed the button, the sound of the door sliding open echoing through the chamber. But before I could comprehend the gravity of my actions, a trio of figures entered the room, their presence sending a chill down my spine.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" one of the guards demanded, his voice dripping with authority.

Caught off guard, I stammered out a feeble excuse, my heart racing with the fear of discovery. But to my astonishment, the scientist among them intervened, his voice tinged with apology as he acknowledged my presence.

Relief flooded through me as the guards lowered their weapons, their suspicion tempered by the scientist's reassurance. And with a curt nod, they departed, leaving me alone once more with the weight of my actions hanging heavy in the air.

As I stood amidst the remnants of my clandestine rescue mission, a sense of unease lingered in the recesses of my mind. For in that moment, I had glimpsed the true extent of the darkness that lurked within the shadows of Stikingdere, and I knew that my journey was far from over.

I hear a hissing noise and then suddenly remember what I was doing. I turn back around and both of the tanks are now fully open and the things are on the ground but they look different... The one with the name Stik is now a lighter gray and the one named Beth is now a lilac purple.

I walk closer to the little helpless creatures and notice them breathing. I pick them both up and decide to keep them both and raise them as my own.