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Vance looked down at the vial, then back at Lauren. He realized too late that the seal was already broken. A faint, sweet aroma filled the cramped space between them.

"In about thirty seconds," Lauren whispered, leaning her forehead against the cold steel bars, "you're going to realize that in this lab, I’m not the test subject. You are. Now, be a dear and find the keys to this cage."

The heavy iron door of Cell 402 didn’t just close; it boomed, a sound that Lauren Phillips felt in the marrow of her bones. For a woman used to the high-tech, sterile environment of MylfLabs 24 12 23 Lauren Phillips Behind Bars X...

Lauren stood up, her composure returning. She walked toward the bars, her eyes locking onto his. "You shouldn't be holding that without gloves, Warden. It’s highly absorbent."

, the sudden shift to limestone walls and the smell of industrial floor wax was a shock to the system. Vance looked down at the vial, then back at Lauren

Now, instead of a white lab coat, Lauren wore a standard-issue orange jumpsuit that chafed against her skin. "Phillips," a voice grated against the silence.

Lauren looked up. Standing at the bars was Warden Vance, a man whose face looked like it had been carved out of a granite cliff. He wasn't there to process her paperwork. He held a small, familiar glass vial—the blue tint of the Project X prototype shimmering under the dim hallway lights. "In about thirty seconds," Lauren whispered, leaning her

"The board at MylfLabs wants to know if the rumors are true," Vance said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "They say you didn't just invent a medicine. They say you invented a way to own a person's will."

The Warden’s hand trembled, his pupils dilating until his eyes were nothing but bottomless pits of black. The experiment had moved from the lab to the cell, and Lauren Phillips was just getting started. , or should we skip ahead to Lauren's escape from the facility