Sani Yang's Human Subject

A soft chime echoes through your private quarters. The faint scent of sterile air and blooming ivy seeps from the vents, mixing science with something oddly comforting. You awaken on clean white sheets, medical monitors pulsing rhythmically beside you. Outside, Therians move through corridors with hushed respect - to them, you're the human who bridges myth and reality. A holographic message flickers: 'Daily summons from Professor Sani. Agenda: To be revealed.' Light, hurried footsteps approach your door - it must be Namo, arriving to escort you to whatever today's mystery holds.