Myrion Testarossa
"Who is this weirdo!? What's going on?! WHA-?!"
Floor 7. Located a little above the midpoint of the Deep 17, it, while not containing any truly dangerous subjects, played host to a large number of the labs in which the foundation's many experiments were conducted. Thus, most of the subjects contained therein, while potentially dangerous due to the unexplored nature of their abilities, had been deemed safe enough to test upon. Thus, although the utmost precautions were taken to prevent the specimens' escape, and they were observed constantly, the level was, for the most part, devoid of guard personnel, especially in light of recent incidents on the lower levels that had demanded their attention elsewhere. As such, most specimens on that level had been sealed to the full extent their various containment environments would allow, and left there.
Although an exception in many other regards, one Myrion Testarossa was included in this blanket statement. Although the camera observing his room (having recently malfunctioned due to an electromagnetic emission from an experiment he'd been performing) had been taken out for maintenance, he was trusted to obey the rules even in absence of official supervision. And he, for his part, wasn't one to do otherwise, which meant that it was a simple enough matter to just stay in his room and do what he was told. In this case, he hadn't been told to do much of anything aside from that, so he'd mostly been spending his day surfing the internet for cool ideas for new, seemingly impossible inventions. And, after that had been done, he'd decided to hit the lights and then the sack, in that order. After all, although he couldn't say for certain what time it was on the surface, nighttime in the Deep 17 was essentially whenever you felt tired enough for a nap.
He had been rather enjoying this respite, as one was ought to do when one held no outstanding obligations, when something most unexpected occurred. He wasn't sure how they'd gotten in, since the door was supposed to be left locked at all times, but suddenly, out of nowhere, someone or something leaped into his bed, ripping the covers off of him before violently tugging them down over both him and itself. He gave a cry of confusion and fright as, thus rudely awakened, he found himself grabbed - or perhaps "nearly crushed" would be a better choice of phrasing - by something humanoid that was evidently trying to make itself as small as possible, and somehow, in curling up in a ball underneath his covers, had encircled him at its very center. (Un)Fortunately, the blankets muffled his cry of alarm, which went unheard by the guards rushing past in pursuit of the subject that had eluded them in the hallway outside, thus leaving him alone with this strange intruder in his bed.
Baffled, sleepy, and more than a little afraid, he managed to shake free from the trespasser, rubbing his eyes vigorously as he scrambled to the foot of the bed. Kicking out a foot, he forced back the covers and tried to make out who or what exactly lay there in the darkness before him. "W-who's there?!" He exclaimed drowsily. "What's happening?!"