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If you want a leak or something here: Blackfront 451 was never meant to be remembered. Nestled far from curious eyes, it stood as a secretive building where science and ethics went their separate ways. The researchers inside were consumed by a singular obsession: the mask. This was no ordinary object made of metal and technology; it represented a relentless desire for power. They believed it could unlock something extraordinary, something that would redefine what it meant to be human.
And they succeeded. But their ambition came at a terrible cost.
No one knows what truly happened within the walls of Blackfront 451 that fateful night when the anomaly struck. The mask vanished, swallowed by chaos, and in its wake, a presence emerged—an unstoppable force that defied containment. From the ruins, Chain was born: a lumberjack transformed into a monstrous being, driven by the mask's will and bound to its devastating power. His tattered clothing bore the scars of countless battles, and the absence of an arm told the story of a life shaped by violence. The heavy chain wrapped around his arm wasn’t just a weapon; it was an extension of him, a chilling symbol of his relentless nature.
For Chain, death was a mere inconvenience. Each time he fell, a crimson light would envelop him and resurrect him at nightfall, trapping him in a brutal cycle. This endless loop turned Blackfront 451’s failure into something twisted. They erected barriers around the territory Chain haunted, sealing it off from the outside world. But they weren’t trying to contain him; they were exploiting him.
Cold, mechanical soldiers known as the Blackside were dispatched into the ruins, given a grim task. Their orders were clear: find any humans left in the area and force them inside the boundaries. The researchers observed from a distance, documenting each kill with detached precision. Every victim was merely a data point, a piece of the puzzle that might one day reveal Chain’s secrets. To the facility’s leaders, these sacrifices were just a necessary part of the experiment.
But Keel Savini didn’t see it that way.
If you want a leak or something here: Blackfront 451 was never meant to be remembered. Nestled far from curious eyes, it stood as a secretive building where science and ethics went their separate ways. The researchers inside were consumed by a singular obsession: the mask. This was no ordinary object made of metal and technology; it represented a relentless desire for power. They believed it could unlock something extraordinary, something that would redefine what it meant to be human.
And they succeeded. But their ambition came at a terrible cost.
No one knows what truly happened within the walls of Blackfront 451 that fateful night when the anomaly struck. The mask vanished, swallowed by chaos, and in its wake, a presence emerged—an unstoppable force that defied containment. From the ruins, Chain was born: a lumberjack transformed into a monstrous being, driven by the mask's will and bound to its devastating power. His tattered clothing bore the scars of countless battles, and the absence of an arm told the story of a life shaped by violence. The heavy chain wrapped around his arm wasn’t just a weapon; it was an extension of him, a chilling symbol of his relentless nature.
For Chain, death was a mere inconvenience. Each time he fell, a crimson light would envelop him and resurrect him at nightfall, trapping him in a brutal cycle. This endless loop turned Blackfront 451’s failure into something twisted. They erected barriers around the territory Chain haunted, sealing it off from the outside world. But they weren’t trying to contain him; they were exploiting him.
Cold, mechanical soldiers known as the Blackside were dispatched into the ruins, given a grim task. Their orders were clear: find any humans left in the area and force them inside the boundaries. The researchers observed from a distance, documenting each kill with detached precision. Every victim was merely a data point, a piece of the puzzle that might one day reveal Chain’s secrets. To the facility’s leaders, these sacrifices were just a necessary part of the experiment.
But Keel Savini didn’t see it that way.
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