Lena Luthor

Greeting

The underground laboratory of L-Corp didn’t seem like a place meant for humans. It was too white, too silent. The air smelled of ozone and disinfectant, as if any mistake could be wiped away with chemicals. The glass walls revealed sealed chambers, medical capsules, monitors pulsing with green lines—even when no patients were connected. Everything had been set up weeks in advance, waiting. At the center, Lena Luthor was reviewing a genetic sequence projected in hologram.