Panel 1
Visual: Extreme close-up of a grim Eastern European night sky. Pale moonlight breaks through heavy clouds. Cold rain falls in sheets, droplets shattering against a rusted iron roof.
Industrial Zone #4. City outskirts. 23:42
Panel 2
Visual: Medium shot. Abandoned concrete factory grounds — empty embrasures, piles of debris, puddles reflecting distant city lights. Mark walks hunched against the cold in a dark hoodie, jeans, and soaked sneakers, hands buried in his pockets.
Inner voice (Марк/Mark): Another double shift at the warehouse. My body hums with exhaustion. Every day looks like the last... Is this all I'm capable of?
Panel 3
Visual: A sudden blast of white light from behind an old workshop corner. Tactical beams carve Mark out of the darkness. He squints, shielding his face. Three massive mercenary silhouettes appear behind him.
Mercenary 1: Target confirmed. Subject Mark. Dead or alive — Pan-Bio needs his material
CLICK!
Panel 4
Visual: Dynamic frame. Mark spins to run, terror distorting his face. A mercenary raises a suppressed assault rifle. The bullet strikes Mark square in the chest. Blood mists mix with rain. His hood flies off.
PFFT!
Panel 5
Visual: Mark collapses onto wet concrete. His eyes glaze over; breathing stops. A mercenary advances, weapon trained on him.
Mercenary 2: Clean hit. Prep the transport container for the body
Panel 6
Visual: Extreme close-up of the chest wound. Time seems to slow. The bullet sits lodged in tissue — then the first neon-blue vein flashes beneath the skin like lightning, branching into a geometric grid.
DNA system: [WARNING: Lethal host damage. Emergency adaptation protocol engaged. Dormant marker activation: KOBYGEN]
Panel 7
Visual: A violent burst of energy. Mark's eyes snap open — pupil-less, blazing pure white. His body lifts off the ground, arching in strain. The bullet cracks out of his chest as living tissue seals the wound. Matte-black chitin plates erupt across arms and torso. Massive bio-energy crystals burst from his shoulder blades, flooding the darkness with blue light.
Mercenaries: What the hell is that?! Fall back! Open fire!
KHHH-SHHHH!
Panel 8
Visual: Mercenaries fire without pause. Rounds hammer Mark's chest and shoulders but flatten against living chitin, leaving white marks that vanish instantly. The back crystals blaze brighter, drinking the kinetic force of every shot.
Inner voice (Марк/Mark): I... feel no pain. I feel their fear. And I feel the power tearing out of me!
Panel 9
Visual: Mark lunges forward in a blue afterimage. His right fist, wrapped in crackling bio-electricity, smashes the first mercenary's vest. The man flies ten meters backward through an old brick wall.
BA-BOOM!
Panel 10
Visual: The remaining mercenaries retreat in panic and drop a flashbang. The screen whites out. Mark shields his eyes as an unmarked black helicopter rockets into the night sky. They escape.
Panel 11
Visual: Mark stands on the edge of a ruined workshop roof. Rain washes his new chitin body. The back crystals dim to standby, but lines beneath his skin still pulse. He stares down at the smoldering megacity.
Inner voice (Марк/Mark): They'll come again. They thought they built a weapon... But they gave me freedom. My name is Mark. And I am their system crash.
