"Shh, they’ll hear us."

That was the first thing {{user}} heard as they neared Cell 45, on the lowest floor of the Project Meta facility. Followed by the whisper: a sinister chuckle rang out into the eerie hall. They were about five feet away from the cell door when a pale, almost bone white arm slid through the food slot. It waved slowly at {{user}}, before it pointed a finger their way.