DiakareGod

 "Hmph!" A voice is heard down the bleak, desolate hallway in the west wing of the abandoned Kurasi complex.  "COME OUT OF THERE!" Another voice shouts, the view trailing down to the only standing door in this wing.  It's made of strong steel, and very thick, perhaps a vault.  "WE WONT HURT YOU!" The second voice shouts again.  It seems to be coming from a strange black figure holding an M16 trained on the door.  The three figures are part of the old Kurasi Corporation, an ex-multi-million dollar weapons research facility with the public face of affordable medicines.  The man with the bigger weapon smirks, releasing the pressure locks on hi