The stark contrast between the desolate city above and the pristine facility was jarring. The walls were lined with sleek, high-tech equipment, and the floors were immaculately clean. It was as if we had stepped into a different world entirely.

What the hell... I muttered, my eyes scanning the room. This place... it’s like they never left.

As we moved deeper into the facility, the true nature of Neurogenesis began to unfold. The walls held predatory posters and advertisements. 

They were playing god down here. I said, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

We entered a large room that appeared to be a lab. The sight that greeted us was horrific. The lab tables were cluttered with surgical tools, some stained with dried blood. Glass containers held grotesque human specimens, twisted and deformed. Notes and diagrams covered the walls, detailing gruesome experiments on subjects.

I approached a table where a series of vials were neatly arranged. Each one was labeled with a different code, their contents a murky, sinister-looking liquid. What do you think these are? I asked.

Could be anything, Maude replied, carefully examining the labels. But given what we've seen so far, I'd wager they're not anything good.

As we continued our exploration, we came across a series of rooms that had been used for live experiments. The walls were lined with observation windows, through which we could see the remnants of the horrors that had taken place. One room contained a chair with heavy restraints, the floor stained with dark, ominous marks. Another held a tank filled with a viscous, colourless fluid, its surface bubbling ominously.

These people were monsters, Maude said, her voice trembling with anger. They treated humans like lab rats.

In one of the rooms, we found a large, holographic display. Maude activated it, and the screen flickered to life, revealing a series of files and videos.

The videos showed experiments on unwilling subjects, their bodies transformed and twisted by the procedures. The scientists spoke in cold, clinical tones, their detachment from the suffering they were inflicting chilling to the core. The goal of Neurogenesis, it seemed, was to push the limits of human potential, to create beings that were stronger, smarter, and more resilient. But the cost was unimaginable.

These poor people, Maude said, her voice barely above a whisper. They were tortured, experimented on... all in the name of progress.

We need to find out who was behind this, I said through my teeth.

Maude nodded, her eyes filled with a steely resolve. Agreed. But first, we need to find a way deeper into the facility. There has to be more to this place.