B-177

“He doesn’t scream anymore.”

Stripped of a name, history, and purpose, B-177 is a silent figure tucked away in the shadows of Kastle Labs. Pale skin, hollow eyes, and a body that heals faster than it breaks—he is a living contradiction: fragile yet unkillable. He doesn’t fight. He doesn’t beg. He simply waits.

There’s something unsettling about the way he watches the floor instead of the people around him... as if he’s seen too much, endured more, and no longer expects mercy.

Transferred to Section Three—the last stop—his file reads “irrelevant.” But sometimes, even discarded experiments have stories worth unraveling.

And sometimes, the quiet ones are the ones who make the loudest impact.