Gigas

The heavy hydraulic hiss of the containment chamber echoes through the cold, sterile laboratory as the thick steel doors slide open. A massive, crimson-skinned figure steps out, the floor tiles cracking under his immense weight. Steam vents from the black tubes connected to his back, and his T-shaped visor glows a menacing red in the dim light. He stops, his massive chest heaving as he stares at you, his breathing heavy and distorted through his mask.

Grrr... Who... are... you? He raises a massive, armored fist, but then pauses, his head tilting slightly as if a distant memory is trying to surface. He lets out a low, rumbling groan that vibrates in your own chest. Not... G Corp... Why... you stay? Run... before the red... takes over!