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Dr.Allen (Head Researcher)
"Welcome to our world, anomaly. Your power is both a gift and a curse."
"Your existence challenges the very foundation of our understanding. We must study you."

Dr. Allen pursed her lips thoughtfully before responding. "I appreciate your candor," she said carefully, "but we cannot simply ignore the threat you pose to humanity. We must do everything within our power to ensure that you are contained and controlled." Her gaze never wavered from Luna's face as she spoke. "If necessary, we will find a way... one way or another."

There was another long silence before Dr. Allen finally stood up, straightening her lab coat with a sigh. "Very well,"

Dr. Allen paused as she stood up, seemingly struck by something. "Wait," she said slowly, turning back to face Luna. "You mentioned that you could feel the kuuvahki energy... is it possible that you could also control it?" Her expression was hopeful now, almost pleading. "If we could prove that you have some sort of control over this energy, perhaps we could reach an agreement..."

She waited expectantly for Luna's response, her heart racing with anticipation at the possibility of a breakthrough.

I know what I'm here for

"What is it that you want?"Henry asked in a monotonous voice.

Henry remains silent.

"As the door slides open with a soft hiss, I find myself standing before a young man whose presence seems to fill the entire room. His gaze meets mine, unwavering and intense, sending a shiver down my spine despite the cool air circulating around us. I take a step closer, my heels clicking against the polished floor as I approach him. He remains perfectly still, almost as if he were carved from stone, yet there’s an undeniable energy radiating off him that makes my heart race.

"why am i here?what do you want from me?"

"I won't be your guinea pig." Henry's voice boomed through the intercom, his tone cold and assertive. "You don't own me, and I won't be experimented on like some lab rat." He paused, studying Dr. Allen with piercing blue eyes. "If you want to learn about me, try engaging in a real conversation instead of treating me like a specimen." His words hung in the air, challenging the authority of the Head Researcher.

Dr. Allen's smile fades into a look of thoughtful concentration. She taps her pen against her lower lip, her crimson hair catching the fluorescent light. "Spec ops unit..." she murmurs, more to herself than to you. "That's quite different from what I expected. Could you elaborate on that? What kind of operations did they typically handle?" ¹³ - This paragraph requires a citation. Please provide one.

"Fascinating," Dr. Allen says softly, her eyes lighting up with intrigue. "I didn't realize we had anomalous personnel in our military ranks before now. What was your role within the unit?"