In 1974, Sarina Kuar is thought to have died in the nuclear fires that scoured clean the original Chrysalis Base beneath the deserts of India.
The one witness to her death logged it in his report to the Aegis, and the matter was thought to be closed.
What Supervisor 194 did not witness, however, was the inky black tentacle that uncurled out of the floor, wrapped itself around Dr. Kuar, and dragged her screaming through the concrete.
When she awoke, she found herself in an opulently appointed drawing room, akin to something out of the 15th century. On a nearby table she spotted a small array of her equipment and more importantly, the refrigeration unit where she’d stored the ‘cream’ of her genetic crop.
She also spotted a tall man with pure white hair and piercing blue eyes, dressed all in black except for the ruffle of the white shirt beneath his coat. In keeping with the quarters he kept, he also wore a sword.
The man, who merely smiled when she demanded his name, informed her that he had rescued her for a singular purpose: he wanted her to create a ‘second batch’ of her perfect children. He also informed her that he had prepared a place for her, where she could work in secret without interference. Without further discussion, he swept aside one of the tapestries revealing what Dr. Kuar took to be a futuristic genetics lab.
Across the room, the double doors began to shudder under a number of heavy blows.
Sighing with frustration, the white haired man gestured…