Year 1948
Three years had passed since the world lay in the ashes of its greatest catastrophe—World War II.
At that time, somewhere in the depths of Russia, concealed beneath layers of heavy snow, a hidden bunker buzzed with the fervent activity of Russian scientists. They toiled tirelessly, driven by a wicked ambition: to create the ultimate weapon.
As news reports hinted the looming specter of another world war, the government of Russia found itself in disarray. The rapid rise of nuclear powers across the globe intensified their desperation.
But then came a light, a madman—a scientist from a foreign land— a pshyco driven by a hunger for the unknown— was captured within the Russian borders during the surge.
In a moment of twisted clarity and coincidence, the madman revealed a secret that he hide from the rest of the world, a key to victory, a key that only he knew: a weapon unlike any other.
This was not another balistic missile or machine but something far more insidious. It would not merely kill; it would plunge its victims into despair so profound that they would choose the death itself. A biological weapon.
This bio-weapon project would later come to be known as 'Vinashiká.' The name, steeped in literary roots, derived from Sanskrit—'Vinàs' meaning 'destruction,' and 'Shiká' referencing the Swastika, a symbol once representing hope, now tainted by its association with darkness.
This weapon was not a mere chemical warfare tool but a genetic revolution, designed to induce human mutations, superhumans capable of defying the very laws of nature, a merciless super killer that couldn't be killed.
Thus we began the arduous journey to create the first genetically modified human...
Over the next thirty years of 'Vinashiká', thousands of experiments were conducted by a team of scientists called 'Polka.'
We use fallen soldiers from Japan and Eastern unions, taken prisoner by the soviet, as unwilling subjects for our experiments.
The Polka team comprised seven scientists, of whom I, ZerkichUstakursh, was one.
My companions and I conducted numerous experiments, altering genetic DNA with animal traits, modifying skeletal structures, and injecting an array of chemicals of our own concoction.
By the time We retired in 1976, we had worked on 787 human subjects, all of whom ultimately perished. Our efforts culminated in failure as international tensions eased, leading to the cessation of the project.
Yet, not all hope was lost. One of the seven scientists, one had able to discovered a breakthrough.
But fate was unkind for all. Before he could finalize his research, he succumbed to death, taking with him the dream of ours, creating the ultimate weapon.
But what had he found? That question haunted my existence, igniting a desire to complete what he could not.
I stole all reports pertaining to the 787 subjects we had experimented on. Earning a death warrant on my name.
I feared I might not really live long enough to achieve the breakthrough myself. Thus, I penned this book—800 pages dedicated to each of the subjects and my theses that might illuminate the path forward.
What I did, I do not regret; it was for the sake of science and its future.
To you, the reader, I offer a warning: something is on the horizon, poised to alter everything, coming our way.
***
"What is this?" Ren whispered, his expression a canvas of despair, his eyes wide as beads of sweat trickled down his temples.
His trembling hands struggled to keep the book steady. "Why on earth did Victor give me this?" he muttered, confusion and fear gnawing at him.
"has anyone read this before, does someone uncovered the breakthrough?" he pondered, the chill of dread settling deep within him. He found himself compelled to turn the pages.
[Experiment Subject 001]
Male, 26, well-nurtured body, no physical problems, no health issues.
Genetic mutations transforming DNA from primitive apes to human.
Death after 3 days: heart failure, blood pressure peaked at 312, blood vessels ruptured around the brain.
[Experiment Subject 002]
Male, 17, damaged left shoulder, no mental issues.
Genetic mutations transforming DNA from modern apes to human.
Death after 2 days: heart failure, blood intoxication, bones crushed by muscle.
[Experiment Subject 003]
Female, 28, no physical trauma, no mental history.
Genetic mutations leading to skeletal reformation, jointless structure.
Death 27 minutes later: temporary paralysis, brain stroke.
Ren poured over one log after another, each page he turned weighing heavier on his heart. Solitude and despair flickered in his eyes, yet he couldn't tear himself away, as if an invisible force held his gaze captive.
Lost in thought, he was jolted back to reality by the sound of the doorbell. "Ren!" a voice called out, gentle and sweet, familiar and comforting.
Blinking away the haze of his subconscious, he replied, "Hang on a second!" He quickly tucked the book beneath the soft cushions of the sofa and hurried to the door.
There stood Elara, just as she had the day before: her hair neatly tied in a bun, dressed in cozy pajamas, and armed with her usual excuse. "I might have made a little too much again," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. The only difference this time was the dish she held in her hands.
A bucket of curry, its rich aroma stirring hunger deep within him. Ren quickly took the bucket from her as they made their way to the kitchen to share a meal.
"Delicious!" they exclaimed in unison, the spiciness igniting their tongues and leaving their lips yearning for another bite.
"I could never have guessed that mechanics are such good cooks," Ren remarked, his cheeks flushed from the heat of the dish. "You don't know much about mechanics then," she retorted, beads of sweat trickling down her face as she blew on each spoonful before taking a bite.
After their meal, they began sorting the plates into the washer. With a click, water gushed forth, cleansing the dishes until they gleamed like new.
"Thanks for the food, as always. It was truly delicious," Ren said, his earlier tension fading away, replaced by a broad smile. Elara blushed at his compliment, her gaze drifting shyly.
"Uh," she murmured, her voice faltering as she hesitated. "This weekend, I'm free, so—" she trailed off, embarrassment creeping over her as she hid her face behind her hands.
Ren tilted his head, a soft chuckle escaping him. "I was thinking of going to the science exhibition, if you don't mind," he said, averting his gaze, his own cheeks warming slightly.
"— would you," he blurted.
"Of course," she replied before he could finish, their eyes locking in shared anticipation, silence enveloping the room.
They stood there, gazing at one another, until they simultaneously broke the awkward silence with a mutual "Goodnight." Elara waved quickly and slipped out of the room, leaving Ren to take a deep breath.
"Science exhibition, huh?" he chuckled softly, his eyes drifting back to the sofa, where the book lay waiting. A flicker of hesitation crossed his mind. "I should read the rest tomorrow," he whispered to himself, heading toward the shower for a quick refresh.
Meanwhile, Elara entered her room, an uncontrollable smile spreading across her face, her cheeks flushed. She glanced at the digital calendar, noting the date: Thursday. "Alright, two days to go," she said, releasing her bun as she prepared for bed.