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And it didn't end there. The creature triggered a series of explosions that were designed to bring the facility down, to bury it and conceal everything that had transpired here in the case of imminent exposure to the outside world.

Only a handful of people escaped that fiery doom, and none made it out unscathed.

But the facility was not fully destroyed--or rather, the creature did not allow it to be so. Instead, it began gathering up sundered bodies of its victims and stacking their corpses upon one another, seemingly organizing them into piles.

It took Hector a while to understand what it was doing. Dragging them each onto the same table that it had been dragged to so many times before. Cutting them open, digging through their flesh like it was looking for something. It wasn't until it started stitching them back together that Hector realized.

It was conducting experiments of its own.

Whether it was because it was genuinely curious or because it merely wanted to revisit the same torture it suffered upon its captors, Hector could not tell. The vision did not seem to understand the creature's mindset terribly well.

With some of the lab workers and even some of the lab specimens, the vision had been able to impart emotional states, at least to a degree. They were often foggy, but occasionally, such as during arguments or periods of great stress, the emotions flared up and became quite clear.

But not with the monster. It was always subdued. Its emotions, if it even had any, were hidden.

And once or twice, Hector thought he caught a moment where it was... looking at him. Through the vision. But how could...?

Hector focused. The vision wasn't done.

The creature's experiments continued for some time. Never succeeding, of course. Perhaps it didn't comprehend that its victims were already dead or that their bodies were not like its own.