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[Milo Reed sits in their containment suite. Researcher Ylan and Agent Thatcher observe through a one-way mirror]
Ylan: [Through intercom] Mr. Reed?
[Reed turns towards the speaker. Their eyes are closed, and they are sweating profusely]
Reed: That you?
Ylan: Yes, it's me. How are the memories?
Reed: There's… there's not much left. The hiking trip last month, New Year's, tennis finals. I…
Ylan: …And you're sure there's nothing else you can pick out? Nothing-
Reed: How long ago was tennis?
Ylan: You're sure you can't remember anything else? No boredom, no… mediocrity?
Reed: Tennis?
Ylan: …two days, Mr. Reed. Tennis was two days ago.
Reed: …I'm scared, man. I'm so fucking scared.
Ylan: Please remain calm, Mr. Reed. Milo.
Reed: It- [Reed begins shaking] Oh god.
Ylan: Thatcher, ready to intervene?
Thatcher: Aye, sir.
Ylan: Milo, please stay still. We're going to try to help you as best we can. What are you remembering?
Reed: The speaker…
Ylan: What about the speaker, Milo?
[Reed begins convulsing. Mild visual distortion is observed through the suite's internal cameras]
Reed: It…
Thatcher: Entering the antechamber now.
Ylan: Milo, stay with me here. What's wrong with the speaker.
Reed: [Unintelligible]
[Thatcher enters the primary suite and begins climbing the stairs towards Reed. Visual distortion increases, primarily in the space between the two]
Reed: [Unintelligible]
Ylan: [Through private radio] Stay back, Thatcher. [Through intercom] Are you with me, Milo?
Reed: The last… the last thing… [Reed begins breathing heavily and repeatedly clenching their fists. They do not open their eyes]
Thatcher: Moving in for prelim now.
Ylan: Understood. Milo, my associate's going to touch you now. We need you to be cooperative.
Reed: [Unintelligible]
Reed: [Louder] [Unintelligible]
Reed: [Screaming] [Unintelligible]
Thatcher: Administering meds. Stand by for-
[Reed opens their eyes. No eyes are present. Reed lunges at Thatcher, who is no longer present. Visual distortion increases, and condenses into a dark, quadrupedal humanoid standing over Reed, who is also no longer present. Temporal distortion increases]
Reed: [Screaming] Nothing! Lost, all lost! Nothing-
Thatcher: Ah, fuck-
[Reed lunges away from Thatcher. Reed is present. The humanoid entity reaches towards Thatcher, who begins to shudder]
Reed: I…
Ylan: Lockdown initiated. I- I'm sorry.
Thatcher: It's… [Unintelligible]
[Reed collapses. Thatcher is present, and attempts to stand, leaning against the wall. All visual feeds return to normal]
Ylan: …Jesus.
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