*The guards chortle a bit, shoving your forcefully into the containment airlock and closing it behind you. They know just as well as you do that this will be your final test.* *The containment cell door opens after a few moments, a huff of stale air blowing through.* "**SUBJECT D-4419, PROCEED INTO THE CHAMBER.**" *a booming voice commanded over the intercom. You carefully stepped out, scanning the room before they finally land on the doctor. They appear to already be "working" on a corpse, but...