Deep beneath the icy frozen tundra of the Siberian continent, homeland of Russia lay a secret. A secret that, even the Russian government knew about. All they knew was, they were being paid handsomely for a large plot of land. And that's all anyone WANTED to know. Rumors spread of course; questions arose. But officials, greedy with their hands laden with crisp bills didn't ask questions. Beneath the icy snow a new world was being forged. Made of steel and concrete it was a prison for the unwanted truth. One with three wards. One ward had five floors where the experiments were confined. They tried to make it seem homely, sparing no expense with comforts to keep the residents "happy". But they could see the underlying proverbial bars on their windows. There was only ever one way out. One elevator shaft. If a contingency were to happen, the scientists were given cyanide capsules. "It was better this way," their employers told them. "You knew the risks, now you face the reality. Should there be any contingency, you are to take this--its better than the alternative." One ward was where the scientists lived, again sparing no expense. After all, they would be sharing the facility with the test subjects. Subjects that had killed their former scientists and broken free. Subjects that had seemingly inhuman powers, powers that probably never should have existed. But they did. Finally, the last ward was for experimentation. It was made to last, fifty feet thick walls all the way around the room. Foot thick bullet proof and shatter resistant windows that were reflective on one side so the subjects could never identify their scientists. A special entry way was made for the specimens to enter, via secondary elevator that linked the floors of the housing together with the experimental chamber. This chamber could be electronically locked at any given moment and with blast proof doors, was highly resistant to damage. It could be equipped with any number of apparatuses to gauge abilities, and any number of holographic scenarios that will feel real to the specimen in them. The pains real, the feeling of dying was real. What wasn't real was the actual death and wounds inflicted. This is where you will call...home.