<strong>Enma Institute</strong><br/><strong>Sublevel 038</strong><br/><strong>Isolation Ward</strong><br/><strong>Cell 1369</strong><br/><strong>Subject Mu-04</strong><br/><br/>It is a dark and nearly forgotten place, an old containment area hidden away in the deepest level of Enma's subterranean testing facilities.  Maintenance is kept to a minimum.  The neglect shows in the erratic flickering of the fluorescent lights overhead, in the layers of dust and grime coating the floors, and in the rust beginning to overtake the door of the lone cell at the end of the hall.  A single aging guard sits next to it with a tasteless magazine lying in his lap.  Sleeping.  There is no reason for him to be alert.  The woman behind the door wasn't going anywhere of her own accord.  Nobody had been to visit her in quite some time.  She probably didn't even notice.<br/><br/>The interior of the cell has fared quite a bit better than the hall.  Vacuum sealed and blindingly spotless.  She sits at its center in a simple wheelchair, dressed in a clean white smock and blindfold.  The eyes behind the cloth unfocused.  Dead.  A beautiful porcelain face free of emotion.  Hands and feet unbound.  Wiry black hair cascading down her shoulders and over the back of the chair until it brushes against the floor.  Finger and toenails long and jagged.  A dull heartbeat within an unmoving chest.  A woman frozen in time.  Alone.