20 Years Ago – Adam's Corp, Eastern Europe Division
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Static flickers.
The footage begins with a shaky handheld shot. Dim emergency lights flicker overhead. Sparks erupt from a control panel behind the speaker.
"This is a live report from the Eastern Department of Adam's Corporation. We are under a full-scale Psytonoid incursion. Our quantum networks are being breached, and vital hardware is depleting rapidly."
"We've gravely underestimated their capabilities. Recon-Combat Units confirm that the PSITUM a dimensional membrane has fused with Earth's quantum plane. This rift enables direct transit."
"Evacuation is in progress, but the risk of pursuit remains dangerously high."
Static distortion intensifies. A warning klaxon blares. A technician shouts.
"Sir! Psytonoid energy levels are spiking. Breach imminent. We must collapse the gate—now!"
"No! We need them alive. They're the cornerstone of our research. They're not just specimens—they're allies!"
"But-"
The monitors flash red. Through the distortion, figures in exo-suits appear near the extraction gate.
"NOW! OPEN THE GATE!"
The floor vibrates as one by one, researchers and soldiers emerge from the shimmering portal battered, limping, alive.
"Seal it before anything else crosses over!"
Just as the gate is closing, an alien figure hulking and partially cloaked in psionic mist leans through. Its face, unearthly and seething, peers into the human world.
[Sudden silence. The portal snaps shut. Light vanishes. For a heartbeat, nothing moves.]
"Thank God... they made it. Med team, containment crew go. We're done for today."
"Apologies for the chaotic transmission. I truly thought something catastrophic might happe-"
Warp portals burst open behind him. His smile fades. His expression darkens
[The footage glitches. The screen cuts to black.]
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