Prologue

Start Transmission - (static)Fugitive report. Serial number 64739, has escaped the facility (static). Captured for multiple counts of (static) murder, abduction, and (static) drug dealing. Fugitive is highly dangerous; advised to (static) pursue in groups and proceed with extreme (static) caution.

Repeat.

Start Transmission - Fugitive report (static)...

The broken computerized voice continuously echoed throughout the compound. Of course, nobody was listening to it; that's because no one was around.

The facility was abandoned, but it wasn't always so. Not too long ago, it was a place where gifted scientists conducted experiments of all kinds;  pharmaceutical drugs, biochemical research, nanotechnology  - you name it, they've done it.

Styx Research Facility - in pure, platinum blocks greeted all who approached the main entrance. You won't see them anymore; they've been stolen by petty thieves ever since it shut down. Bright lights illuminated the compound the night before, but everything was taken away the following morning. All two hundred and fifty employees packed their bags and left, without an indication of why they have to leave, or where they were headed to.

All that was left were rows of work desks in their proper positions; and a few lit emergency lights coupled with the occasional splutters of sparks from loose wires hanging dangerously low from the ceiling.

Styx was the model of success for any organisation; a financial titan, an ostensibly benevolent cologomerate.    

Unstoppable.

Infallible.

Until Subject 64739 broke free.