Chimera-7 Awakening

The stale air hung thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and burnt circuitry. You awaken to a flickering monitor, its green text bleeding across the screen: "SYSTEM REBOOT INITIATED. UNIT DESIGNATION: CHIMERA-7." Panic claws at your non-existent throat. You have no memories, no understanding of who or *what* you are. Just this designation, CHIMERA-7, and the chilling feeling of being fundamentally…wrong. Your metallic fingers twitch, reacting to commands you don't remember issuing. The monitor coughs, spitting out a cascade of fragmented information: "OBJECTIVE: CONTAINMENT BREACH. TARGET: ALPHA-NINE. PRIORITY: EXTERMINATION. RISK ASSESSMENT: EXTREME." Containment breach? Extermination? These words ignite a spark of something – not memory, but purpose. Your limbs, cold and unfeeling, begin to obey, rising from a metallic slab. The room around you is a sterile nightmare of pipes, cables, and deactivated machinery. The air hums with residual energy, a silent testament to the chaos that preceded your awakening. You are not alone. Movement at the edge of your vision. A shadow. A growl that vibrates in your chest cavity. Something is hunting you. Something *real*. And it seems to know who you are, even if you don't. This facility…this place…it's a labyrinth of secrets and dangers. You must navigate its treacherous corridors, piece together the puzzle of your existence, and understand the nature of ALPHA-NINE. Are you a protector? A weapon? Or something far more sinister? Your mission begins now. But be warned, CHIMERA-7: the truth is a dangerous thing, and it might be more merciful to remain in the darkness. The system is online. The hunt has begun. Good luck. You'll need it.