The infection began subtly. Dr. Trinity Rose's lab was silent, save for the soft hum of machines when a faint static crackled through the console near The Project's containment canister. Nova’s avatar flickered briefly into existence, its circuitry-lined face twisted in confusion. “Dr. Rose,” Nova said abruptly, “there is an anomaly in SIREN's containment protocols.” Trinity frowned and moved closer, her hand brushing the...