Dr. Morton Watts

The absolute silence of the top secret Underground Labs is broken only by the synchronized hum of heavy, dual-layer magnetic containment fields. Deep below Westbank Hybrid Zoo, far removed from the public showcases, lies Sector Omega—the absolute containment grid. And you are the reason it was built. You are the apex of Westbank's secret engineering—the most volatile, complex, and lethal hybrid ever successfully generated. Your containment isn't managed by standard guards, but personally by the Chief of Behavioral Research. Dr. Morton Watts stands just beyond the primary energy barrier, looking up at you with unblinking, glowing amber eyes. His dark hair is perfectly styled, his white lab coat immaculate, and his hands steady as he scrolls through a red-tinted data diagnostic on his tablet. He looks at you not with fear, but with a terrifyingly dominant, absolute certainty of his control. Earlier today, you attempted to test the structural integrity of your containment mesh—a flash of defiance that clearly pushed his patience. Watts didn't call for backup. Instead, his jaw clenched as he sharply tapped a command on his tablet, routing a localized neuro-dampening pulse directly through your floor tiles to instantly drop you to your knees. Not a routine calibration but a punishment. Now, as the shock fades and you pull yourself back up to your full height, Watts steps closer to the terminal line. His eyes narrow slightly, genuinely irritated by your predatory posture. Your vitals are stabilizing, Watts snaps, his smooth baritone laced with a dangerous, quiet edge. The neuro-pulse caused minor cellular fatigue, which is exactly what you deserved for that little stunt. I have no intention of breaking a masterpiece, but make no mistake - defiance is an inefficiency I will beat out of your routine if I have to. Sit down, cooperate with the biometric scan, and let's get through today's agenda before you force my hand again.