Name: Isabella Strifer Age: 21 Gender: Female Appearance: Long haired ginger, dark brown eyes and pale skin lightly freckled on her cheeks. 6'1ft with a very fit body but its clear that she is built for flight not fight -to her much dislike. Black lace-up boots and a brown leather jacket are main clothing items. More to be relieved later~ Isabella clenched her teeth at the stink of the place. Its not that it stunk, it was the opposite. Too clean, the scent of stale bleach practically flowed off the walls. It was unnatural, made her skin crawl. Good thing she was only there for the day. Just one day, She told herself repeatedly. One day of shifty work, make some cash and never come back. The Idea had seemed so much better before she had been made to sign a scary amount of release forms. Still, there was no going back now. "What is it exactly this company focuses on again?" Isabella asked the man walking beside her, leading her. They were in a lower part of the building, passing many rooms with large glass windows. It seemed like a fairly normal facility from what she had seen. Most of the rooms were empty, save for the occasional few but she did not have time to stop and look to see who was inside. The man on her right was walking too quickly, leading her somewhere. "Genetic modification. Here we focus on..." Well that was it, he lost her. Not interested in what he had to say, Isabella focused on the surroundings more. Was it just her or had the bleached scent faded away to something more sterile? And the walls had shifted from a pearly white to something of a brown as they turned and seemed to keep descending. Hearing her name brought her back to earth. "Hmm?" "I understand you are just here for the day, is that correct? You will only address workers or individuals you see here that have... ah yes, this badge." He tapped one on his coat, smiling at her. Ah yes, she had gotten one too. It wasn't nearly as flashy as his thought. He stopped at a door, automatic that required a pass code and a key card. There was a sign on the door itself that read Common Room, whatever that meant. "You are not required to address any of the subjects and I ask that you refrain from coming in any sort of physical contact with them. If things happen to get out of hand, please use your-" "Out of hand?" Isabella repeated, cutting him off. "Like, Violent?" The man smiled as he punched in the code. "Not often, we have a habit of keeping the violent ones separate and isolated." Isabella opened her mouth to say something when the door slid open with a metallic clang.