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OFFICE OF INFORMATION RECORDS AND SECURITY NOTICE
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Registered Phenomena Code: XXX
Object Class: Beta-Orange
Hazard Types: Aggression Hazard, Sapient Hazard, Regenerative
Containment Protocols: RPC-XXX is contained in a modified 10m × 10m containment chamber at Site-031. The chamber must be maintained at a constant ambient temperature between 30 °C and 35 °C. A shallow freshwater pool has been installed to support RPC-XXX’s hydration and thermoregulatory functions.
RPC-XXX is to receive one feeding per day. All Its dietary requirements are to be fulfilled via a high-protein, low-fat regimen composed primarily of fish, poultry, and vitamin supplements.
Due to its documented history of aggression, direct interaction with RPC-XXX is restricted to personnel holding Level 3 clearance or higher. Any personnel entering the containment chamber must be escorted by two armed security officers. All interviews are to be conducted through a partition composed of bullet-resistant glass.
Authority personnel embedded within Colombian environmental and law enforcement agencies are to monitor civilian reports of animal attacks, missing persons, and alleged sightings of RPC-XXX near river systems in the departments of Guaviare, Caquetá, and Vaupés. Confirmed sightings are to be suppressed via the dissemination of controlled disinformation protocols.
Local folklore and legends pertaining to RPC-XXX are to be permitted to persist, as they reinforce public disbelief in its actual existence.
Mobile Specialized Team Uniform-9 ("Jungle Watchers") is assigned to monitor regions believed to be frequented by RPC-XXX. Should a direct confrontation occur, RPC-XXX is to be rendered unconscious using tranquilizers and transported to Site-031 for containment.
Description: RPC-XXX is a tall, bipedal reptilian humanoid entity measuring approximately 2.6 meters in height. The entity is covered in green-gray keratinous scales, possesses elongated limbs that end in clawed, webbed hands, and a muscular tail measuring approximately 1.5 meters in length. Its cranial structure closely resembles that of Caiman crocodilus (common caiman).
RPC-XXX demonstrates high agility, being capable of sustained terrestrial locomotion and proficient aquatic movement. As an ectothermic organism, RPC-XXX relies on external heat sources to regulate its metabolic functions. Prolonged exposure to temperatures below 25 °C renders it lethargic and largely unresponsive, lowering significantly its threat potential.
RPC-XXX is a sapient predator with cognitive faculties comparable to that of a baseline human adult. The entity is fluent in Spanish and demonstrates limited proficiency in English. RPC-XXX employed a preferred hunting strategy of long-range stalking followed by ambush. It effectively utilized environmental features such as terrain, natural camouflage, and ambient distractions to avoid detection. RPC-XXX primarily targeted isolated individuals residing near river systems, particularly in marginalized communities with limited access to security infrastructure or reliable communication systems. Documented cases note victims reporting sensations of being watched or hearing faint singing or whistling near riverbanks at night prior to their disappearance.
Prior to containment, RPC-XXX actively avoided densely populated areas and direct engagement with armed groups. Though territorial, RPC-XXX demonstrated an adaptive response by relocating following attacks if increased scrutiny from local authorities jeopardized its continued activity in a given area.
RPC-XXX exhibits accelerated regenerative abilities, particularly in dermal and soft tissue repair, with recovery from deep lacerations, fractures, and internal trauma occurring at a rate significantly faster than that of a baseline human under optimal thermal conditions. This regenerative process is significantly impeded when the entity is subjected to cold environments.
RPC-XXX is confirmed responsible for the abduction and killing of at least 118 individuals, the majority of whom were female. Although current estimates suggest the actual number of victims is significantly higher.
Discovery: RPC-XXX first came to the Authority's attention following an incident in August 2010 in the municipality of Mitú, Department of Vaupés, Colombia. The event was initially treated as a missing persons case by local law enforcement, involving the disappearance of two adult individuals: María Ruiz (27) and her husband, Ignacio Ruiz (30), both workers in a riverboat transport service.
The following is a translated excerpt from the original report on the case by Officer Luis Arriaga of the Colombian National Police, dated 08/18/2010:
Station: Policía Rural de Mitú, Vaupés
Date: 08/18/2010
Filed under: Case #016-398 — Missing persons
I responded to a report from a local man (Arturo R., brother of Ignacio) stating that his brother and sister-in-law had failed to return from a routine delivery up the Vaupés River. They were last seen three days prior, departing in a small canoe with cargo bound for the upriver community of Pacoa.
Although I initially considered robbery or illegal group activity (FARC or narco-traffickers) as possible causes, no signs of struggle or theft were found at the docking point or along the expected route.
On August 17, while accompanied by local volunteers and the community watch to search the riverside path, we found the remains of a canoe approximately 11 kilometers north of Mitú, half-submerged and split cleanly in two. The damage was not consistent with a collision or natural wear.
Further upriver, I discovered drag marks along the embankment, large clawed footprints (the size of which were inconsistent with any known local fauna), tufts of dark green material resembling fish scales, and the heavily mangled body of Ignacio Ruiz. I took samples of the scales, but there was no clear match in the system.
Two volunteers reported hearing “whistling” in the brush, before one of them fell ill with nausea and disorientation. They later claimed to have seen “a tall man with a crocodile head” watching from the trees. These were presumed to be hallucinations caused by dehydration or local superstitions.
Despite initial skepticism, local fear has grown. Multiple residents now claim that “The Alligator-Man” is active again. I considered this to be folkloric nonsense, until this week. Truth be told, my own opinion on the subject has begun to shift following the fourth report of what appears to be the same entity by individuals who aren't known to associate with one another.
This incident gained regional notoriety after a local newspaper named El Heraldo del Río published an article titled “River Demon Stalks Fishermen?”, which featured quotes from Officer Ortega and photos of the canoe wreckage and the footprints. The article was subsequently shared by two international cryptid blogs and a prevalent Venezuelan paranormal YouTube channel, generating limited social media traction.
Authority webcrawlers flagged the referenced blogs and video content, prompting the deployment of a containment team under the cover of an environmental and public safety assessment. Embedded operatives issued Class-A amnestics to Officer Ortega, relevant witnesses, and associated media personnel, discrediting the event as a viral hoax influenced by heat-induced hallucinations and yellow fever outbreaks. The surrounding region was formally designated as a protected ecological zone to limit civilian intrusion, and an internal investigation was initiated immediately thereafter.
Addendum: Following Authority intervention in the area, operatives embedded in Mitú began to conduct several informal interviews with local inhabitants under the cover story of an ecological survey and cultural preservation initiative in order to determine the extent of civilian knowledge regarding RPC-XXX.
The following interview has been translated from an audio recording made by Agent Rivera during one such interview.
Date: 03/22/2010
Interviewed: Manuel Herrera
Interviewer: Agent Rivera
[Begin Log.]
Agent Rivera: Don Manuel, I appreciate you taking the time. We're researching local legends and stories for a cultural preservation project. I was told you know something about this "alligator man" people mention around here?
[Herrera laughs bitterly.]
Herrera: Call it a legend if you like. But I’ve seen the bastard with my own eyes, twice.
Agent Rivera: Can you tell me what you saw?
Herrera: Of course. I remember it clear as day. I was a boy the first time. Twelve, maybe. I was fishing with my cousin Diego and we took longer than expected. We saw it swimming near the riverbank along with a group of caimans as we were heading home. We decided to check the area the next morning and only found deep claw marks on a tree by the water.
Agent Rivera: And the second time?
Herrera: Nine years ago. I was night-fishing with a lantern, alone this time, and I felt like something was watching me. Then I saw it across the water. It was a tall, dark-scaled thing with yellow eyes. It was just standing there like a man, but not quite. I dropped everything and ran. I didn’t even take my catch.
Agent Rivera: Do people here have any stories about where it comes from?
[Pause.]
Herrera: We do. My grandfather used to say it was once a man. A pervert who lived upriver and watched women when they bathed. One day, he bought a pair of potions from a witch to get a better view: one allowed him to turn into a caiman, the other turned him back into a human.
One night, he accidentally broke the jar containing the potion that turned him back into a human. He only managed to ingest some of the liquid, turning him into a half-man, half-caiman thing.
Agent Rivera: Do you know of anyone else who has seen it?
Herrera: I do. A lot of old men and women like me have. Most youngsters don't believe the tales, but we know better than that.
Agent Rivera: I see. Thank you for your time, Mr. Herrera.
Herrera: You're welcome.
[End Log.]
While various versions of the tale exist across Colombia, specially along territories connected to the Magdalena River, the upper Amazonian versions of the story cast the Alligator Man as a violent, vengeful being who steals women that pollute the river or offend forest spirits and drags them away to “marry” them or feed on them beneath the water, in stark contrast to the more tragic depictions found in coastal versions of the story.
Authority folklorists currently theorize that RPC-XXX may have served as the origin point of this regional variation, either as a pre-existing anomalous entity incorporated into local myth or as a natural cultural development following years of unexplained activity.
Addendum 2: Due to RPC-XXX's observed preference for female victims, and its portrayal in regional folklore as a sexually motivated predator, containment teams submitted a proposal to the Office of Ethics and Review (OER) recommending the deployment of female CSD personnel as bait during capture operations. While initially rejected, the proposal was later tentatively approved by the OER following a comprehensive secondary review process.
Below is a selection of documented capture attempts conducted by MST Uniform-9 ("Jungle Watchers").
Date: 03/27/2010
Location: Riverbend, 9 km northwest of Mitú
Subjects: CSD-03729 and CSD-48103
Summary: CSD-03729 and CSD-48103 were stationed at the river’s edge at 17:40 hrs and were ordered to simulate typical bathing and laundering activities. Drones with thermal vision picked up irregular movement patterns in the water at approximately 18:23 hrs.
Despite hovering offshore for nearly ten minutes, RPC-XXX did not approach. At 18:37 hrs, a sniper prematurely fired on a silhouette near some reeds. The shot missed, causing a disturbance in the water.
Result: RPC-XXX retreated without surfacing again. The operation was called off at 19:10 hrs.
Date: 04/03/2010
Location: Lower embankment
Subjects: CSD-96103 and CSD-03729
Summary: Subjects were deployed at 18:05 hrs. RPC-XXX was identified via thermals at 18:47 hrs, approaching from under a dense brush. Surveillance teams captured visual confirmation: RPC-XXX was crouched beneath foliage approximately 6 meters from CSD-96103.
A sniper was fired at 18:49 hrs; the tranquilizer dart struck nearby vegetation as RPC-XXX moved. The entity recoiled and bolted toward the river.
Result: RPC-XXX escaped from the area.
Date: 04/09/2010
Location: Inlet site
Subjects: CSD-78112, CSD-10293, CSD-67584
Summary: Subjects were deployed at 19:20 hrs. At 19:42 hrs, RPC-XXX emerged without warning from under a submerged log and charged at CSD-10293, who was kneeling at the water's edge. Several tranquilizer rounds were fired, striking RPC-XXX with four successive darts.
Despite immediate hits, RPC-XXX maintained consciousness for approximately 12 seconds, during which time it inflicted moderate lacerations on CSD-10293, as it attempted to abduct her. RPC-XXX collapsed at 19:44 hrs and was immediately restrained.
Result: Capture was successful. RPC-XXX was transported to Site-031 under continuous sedation.
Addendum 3: Following its successful capture and subsequent transportation to Site-031, RPC-XXX was temporarily housed in a spare containment chamber until the appropriate modifications to its designated unit were completed. During this period, the responsibility of being RPC-XXX's lead researcher was assigned to Dr. María Hurtado.
This decision caused noticeable friction between Dr. Hurtado and Dir. Gilda Jair, Site-031's Site Director, which culminated in a meeting on 04/19/2010.
Date: 04/19/2010
Attending:
- Dir. Gilda Jair
- Dr. Maria Hurtado
Dir. Jair: Dr. Hurtado, thank you for coming on short notice.
Dr. Hurtado: I didn’t think I had much of a choice, ma'am. Let’s get on with it.
Dir. Jair: Of course. I've been informed that you’re… dissatisfied with your new assignment.
Dr. Hurtado: Dissatisfied doesn’t really cover it, director. You assigned me to conduct interviews on a reptilian serial killer who, let’s be honest, has a documented preference for preying on women. I’d like to know why anyone thought that putting me, a woman, in the room with that thing was a good idea.
Dir. Jair: I understand your concern, but, to be blunt, you are the best person for the job. Your background in Zoology and Psychology is extensive, and that made you our most viable candidate.
Dr. Hurtado: My qualifications don’t negate the fact that this is questionable at best. I've read what it supposedly does to women, and I am expected to sit face-to-face with it behind a single pane of glass?
Dir. Jair: A single pane of reinforced glass and with armed oversight, but yes. Trust me, we have taken every possible precaution. You’ll never be in direct proximity unless absolutely necessary, and even then, only with full escort.
Dr. Hurtado: That’s reassuring, but it doesn’t truly address the core issue.
Dir. Jair: (sighs) I won’t deny this is a difficult assignment, but let me be direct: we don't have the luxury of letting personal discomfort override operational efficiency, and no one else in this Site is better equipped to handle this task.
Dr. Hurtado: I appreciate the flattery, but you’re asking me to establish rapport with something that’s going to fantasize about doing god knows what to me the moment I walk into its field of view.
Dir. Jair: I’m simply asking you to do your job. The sooner we begin extracting data from it, the sooner we can reassess it and consider alternatives. You'll be afforded all the discretion you want. If at any point you feel your safety is compromised, you can call off a session.
[Silence.]
Dr. Hurtado: …Fine, I’ll do it. But if that thing so much as looks at me the wrong way, I’m filing for reassignment.
Dir. Jair: Understood. But I have confidence you’ll find a way to manage this without the need to go to such lengths.
Addendum 4: On 05/05/2010, RPC-XXX was sedated and moved to its designated containment chamber. One week afterwards, the interviewing process formally began.
Date: 05/12/2010
Interviewer: Dr. María Hurtado
Interviewed: RPC-XXX
[Begin Log.]
[RPC-XXX is partially submerged in the shallow freshwater pool. Its yellow eyes follow Dr. Hurtado as she enters the chamber.]
Dr. Hurtado: Good afternoon. Can you hear me well?
RPC-XXX: Crystal clear.
[RPC-XXX stands up from the pool and stares at Dr. Hurtado directly.]
Dr. Hurtado: My name is Dr. María Hurtado. I’ll be speaking with you regularly from now on.
RPC-XXX: Is that so? A pleasure, I'm sure.
Dr. Hurtado: That’s the arrangement.
RPC-XXX: Hm.
[RPC-XXX pauses.]
RPC-XXX: You’re not with the police, are you?
Dr. Hurtado: No.
RPC-XXX: The military then. You have the posture for it.
Dr. Hurtado: Also no.
[Silence. RPC-XXX looks at its surroundings, then back at Dr. Hurtado.]
RPC-XXX: Then humor me, Maria, who are you with?
Dr. Hurtado: To keep it simple, I'm part of an organization dedicated to the study and containment of phenomena that don't quite fit with the rest of the world, like you, for example.
RPC-XXX: "Phenomena." How elegant. That’s just a polite way to say that I am a freak.
Dr. Hurtado: That's… not how I meant it. It’s a classification, not a compliment or an insult.
[RPC-XXX snorts and walks out of the pool.]
RPC-XXX: Everything’s a label in the end, isn’t it? Still, it's better than "monster," so I’ll take it. But, you know, Doctor… I can't help but think about how I don’t remember giving anyone permission to drag me out of my home and lock me in a box like I'm some fucking zoo exhibit.
[Silence. Dr. Hurtado sighs.]
Dr. Hurtado: If I may be blunt, your "home" is a river that's likely decorated with corpses. You’ll forgive us for being a little concerned.
RPC-XXX: Don’t look at me like that, Doctor. I was just being neighborly. It’s not my fault people kept wandering in. Besides, I don't keep bodies in the river. I keep them in a small cave near some bushes. Water decomposes them fast, and I don't like rotten meat.
Dr. Hurtado: I… alright, that's some colorful imagery. Regardless, I'm here to try and understand you.
RPC-XXX: Understand me?
[RPC-XXX chuckles.]
RPC-XXX: Behind that glass, with your white coat and that pretty little face of yours? How quaint. You look more like someone playing dress-up than someone who's ready to "understand" anything.
Dr. Hurtado: I can try. You'd be surprised how much people are willing to share when someone listens. Besides, you're not that hard to read.
RPC-XXX: Well now, that’s a bold claim for someone like you. Go on then, Doctor, enlighten me.
Dr. Hurtado: You’re angry, that much is obvious. But underneath that, you're unsettled—and trying to retain some semblance of control by acting as if you're above all this. Am I correct?
[Long pause. RPC-XXX tilts its head to the side.]
RPC-XXX: Maybe I am above all this. Maybe that’s why you're all so… obsessed with me.
Dr. Hurtado: No one is obsessed with you. You're here because you're unusual and dangerous, not because you're truly special in the grand scheme of things.
RPC-XXX: Not special? Oh, Doctor, that hurts. Surely you don’t mean that, right?
Dr. Hurtado: I don’t flatter my subjects.
RPC-XXX: That tone… you sound so unimpressed, but you can't fool me. I can see the flicker in your eyes, the little pause before each word. I've got to say, fascination looks good on you.
Dr. Hurtado: I’m fascinated the same way a surgeon is interested in a tumor. It’s simple professional curiosity, nothing more.
RPC-XXX: You're sharp, I’ll give you that.
[RPC-XXX returns to the water and glides through it.]
RPC-XXX: So what’s the plan, then? I swim in circles while you play twenty questions? Is that how this works?
Dr. Hurtado: That depends entirely on you. Cooperate, and your living conditions may improve. Be difficult, and your box stays as it is.
RPC-XXX: You think this bothers me? I've lived through worse than these walls.
Dr. Hurtado: That may be true, but boredom is an insidious killer, or so I've been told.
[RPC-XXX crouches slightly in the pool.]
RPC-XXX: You know what I think?
Dr. Hurtado: Go on.
RPC-XXX: I think that you chose this. You wanted to meet me. Why else would someone as lovely as you are be here?
Dr. Hurtado: Because I was assigned to this, my personal interests are secondary. As I said, you are not that special.
[Silence. Dr. Hurtado sighs.]
Dr. Hurtado: We'll continue this tomorrow. I suggest you get used to the routine.
[Dr. Hurtado turns to leave. RPC-XXX bolts out of the pool and stands in front of the glass.]
RPC-XXX: You think that you're better than me, don't you?
Dr. Hurtado: Not really, but… I'm not the one who's trapped behind the glass, am I?
[End Log.]
Date: 05/15/2010
Interviewer: Dr. María Hurtado
Interviewed: RPC-XXX
[Begin Log.]
[RPC-XXX is resting near the edge of the freshwater pool, partially submerged. It lifts its head slowly as Dr. Hurtado enters the observation room and takes her seat behind the reinforced glass.]
Dr. Hurtado: Good afternoon, XXX.
[RPC-XXX yawns.]
RPC-XXX: Ah, back so soon? You people really don’t give a fellow much breathing room, do you? But I suppose that’s what passes for hospitality around here. At least someone thought to keep the temperature tolerable today. Someone must like me.
Dr. Hurtado: Don't flatter yourself, this is only being done to sate your thermoregulatory needs.
RPC-XXX: Mm. Always so sharp. I wonder, do you speak to all your patients like this, or am I just lucky?
Dr. Hurtado: You’re not a patient. You're a contained subject under analysis. There's a big difference.
RPC-XXX: Ah, there's that cold and detached tone again. Tell me, do you practice it, or does it come naturally?
Dr. Hurtado: No, I don't. But let’s stay on topic. Yesterday, you said you’ve “lived through worse” than this containment. Would you care to elaborate?
[RPC-XXX tilts its head, water dripping from its scaled jaw as it watches Dr. Hurtado.]
RPC-XXX: Would I care to? Hm. That’s a loaded question. You were a quite rude to me last time, Doctor. Not exactly what I’d call… encouraging.
Dr. Hurtado: I was direct, that's not the same as being disrespectful. You’re free not to cooperate, but the more you give me, the better your chances of improving your living conditions get. I assume that's something you care about?
RPC-XXX: You assume an awful lot of things, Doctor. Has the thought that maybe I enjoy this prison crossed that little brain of yours? The water is just the way I like it, and I don't have to hunt for food. What more could I ask for?
Dr. Hurtado: That would be a poor attempt at a bluff and we both know it. I know your type, creatures like you don't handle stagnation very well. Caged comfort won't keep you entertained for very long.
[RPC-XXX slowly rises from the water and walks to the glass. It rests a claws against the surface and narrows its eyes.]
RPC-XXX: My, my. You sure are confident for a sack of meat I could very easily rip apart.
Dr. Hurtado: And you're very talkative for something that wants me to believe it's a threat.
RPC-XXX: Maybe I just like the sound of your voice. Or maybe I find it amusing to watch you pretend not to be scared.
Dr. Hurtado: I’m not pretending.
[RPC-XXX bares its teeth. There is a pause for a few seconds before RPC-XXX takes its claw from the glass.]
RPC-XXX: Hm. No, I don’t suppose you are. That’s what makes this interesting, and…
Dr. Hurtado: And?
[RPC-XXX scoffs.]
RPC-XXX: Oh, nothing, forget about it. What is it that you wanted me to answer, again?
Dr. Hurtado: You said you've lived through worse. I want to know what you meant by that.
[RPC-XXX remains silent for a moment.]
RPC-XXX: Tell me, Doctor. Have you ever been shot? Stabbed with a machete? Hit with a pickaxe?
Dr. Hurtado: Are you saying that you've been attacked? By who?
RPC-XXX: More times than you can count. Guerrillas, the military, paramilitaries… they’ve all had their turn with big, bad me.
Dr. Hurtado: Were you targeted specifically? Or just caught in the crossfire?
RPC-XXX: The latter, mostly. Sometimes it was just bad luck.
Dr. Hurtado: You sure seem very unscathed despite all of that.
[RPC-XXX chuckles.]
RPC-XXX: I can heal fast. Not like those… "Super Heroes" things I've heard, but enough to recover from things that would be fatal to any person. One of the many upsides of this body of mine. But just because I can heal doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. A bullet still burns. A landmine still rings in your skull for days after it throws you into a tree.
Dr. Hurtado: Landmine?
RPC-XXX: Oh yes. A delightful little contraption. Some FARC boys rigged the jungle with those nasty little gifts after losing ground to the army. One moment I'm walking without a care in the world, the next, half of my right leg is missing.
Dr. Hurtado: How did you—
RPC-XXX: Survive? I dragged myself into the river and let the current take me somewhere safer. Bone took four days to come back, flesh was faster. I was back in perfect condition in no time.
Dr. Hurtado: And after that?
RPC-XXX: I moved on. Isn’t that what everyone does? One stretch of river dries up, you find another. The jungle’s full of hiding places, if you know where to look.
Dr. Hurtado: I see. Well, that would be all for today.
RPC-XXX: That’s it? What a shame. And here I thought we were just getting comfortable.
Dr. Hurtado: I'm not here to indulge you. These sessions are for information, not entertainment.
[RPC-XXX tilts its head, clicking its claws softly against the glass.]
RPC-XXX: Everything's entertainment if you look at it the right way. Even you, Doctor. Especially you.
[Dr. Hurtado snorts and mutters something inaudible. She then gathers her notes and begins to walk away from the glass.]
RPC-XXX: Don’t trip on your way out, Doctor. I’d hate for something bad to happen to you.
Dr. Hurtado: I can take care of myself, thanks.
RPC-XXX: Oh, I don’t doubt it… For now.
[End Log.]
Note: Following the completion of this interview, Regenerative was added to RPC-XXX's Hazard listing.
Date: 05/21/2010
Interviewer: Dr. María Hurtado
Interviewed: RPC-XXX
[Begin Log.]
[RPC-XXX is pacing along the perimeter of the pool when Dr. Hurtado enters. It stops abruptly upon seeing her and slowly crouches down by the water's edge, eyes fixed on the glass.]
Dr. Hurtado: Good afternoon.
RPC-XXX: Afternoon, is it? Hm. You must forgive me, but I lost track of time. I can't really see the sun in this box of yours.
Dr. Hurtado: Then consider me your calendar. I’d like you to answer some questions.
RPC-XXX: Oh? Back to poking and prodding already? You have all the subtlety of a bludgeon. You could at least buy me dinner, you know?
Dr. Hurtado: Subtlety is a waste of time. Besides, this is not a date.
RPC-XXX: Oh, come now, we’ve been doing this dance for days. I thought we’d reached the nickname stage by now. What about something sweet? Cariño, maybe?
Dr. Hurtado: I’ll pass. Now, what can you tell me about your origin?
[RPC-XXX pauses and blinks.]
RPC-XXX: My what?
Dr. Hurtado: I want to know what you are and where you came from, exactly.
[Silence. RPC-XXX stares at Dr. Hurtado, unblinking. The usual smirk is absent. It breathes slowly, nostrils flaring once.]
RPC-XXX: You always ask questions like they come with easy answers. I'd tread carefully if I were you, Doctor.
Dr. Hurtado: Hey, I'm just trying to stablish some context, maybe a timeline. It's all.
RPC-XXX: Do you? Or are you just digging for some tragic little backstory to make me easier to dissect?
Dr. Hurtado: I'm trying to understand you. If that makes you feel exposed, that’s not my intention, but it’s also not something I can help.
[RPC-XXX sighs.]
RPC-XXX: Fine. You want a story? Here’s one: Once upon a time, there was a man who liked to watch the river. He liked what passed through it. Especially the women who bathed there, and who thought that they were alone.
[Pause.]
RPC-XXX: And one day, he watched the wrong woman. She was a truly beautiful thing, with long brown hair and skin like bark kissed by the sun itself. What he didn't know however was that she wasn't a normal person; she was a witch. She turned around and cursed him. She said that if he wanted to crawl and drool like an animal, then so be it.
Dr. Hurtado: A witch? Sounds like a madremonte to me.
[RPC-XXX growls.]
RPC-XXX: Do not say that word around me.
Dr. Hurtado: They're part of Colombian folklore. Nature spirits that protect the wild—
RPC-XXX: Protector? That bitch didn’t protect anything. She looked down at a man with a twitch in his cock ans decided that it made him worthy of damnation. Just a little fun, that’s all it was. A look, a walk behind the trees. Who was I hurting, hm?
[RPC-XXX slams a clawed hand against the glass. Dr. Hurtado flinches slightly.]
RPC-XXX: I didn’t ask to become this.
[Silence.]
Dr. Hurtado: …Do you miss being human?
RPC-XXX: Oh, no, not at all. Humans die too easily. They're weak and pathetic. I will admit that sometimes, late at night, I reminisce about how soft everything felt, the warmth of a blanket, or eating a proper meal. But I wouldn’t trade it back, not at all. I’ve grown into something… more. This body fits me better than my previous skin ever did.
Dr. Hurtado: And you hate this witch for what happened?
RPC-XXX: Blame her? I’d skin her alive if I could catch her. But no, she vanished after her little stunt.
[RPC-XXX looks up at the ceiling.]
RPC-XXX: The first time I saw my reflection in the river, I screamed so loud birds fled the trees. Then I laughed. Then I killed a fisherman with my bare hands just to see if I was having a nightmare.
Dr. Hurtado: Do you regret it?
[RPC-XXX snaps its head at Dr. Hurtado.]
RPC-XXX; What the fuck do you think?
[Silence.]
RPC-XXX: No, I don't regret it at all.
Dr. Hurtado: …Alright, that will be all for now.
RPC-XXX: Oh, come now. Don't leave just as the mood's getting good. I was about to tell you what it sounds like when a man drowns on his own blood.
Dr. Hurtado: It'll have to be another time.
RPC-XXX: I’ll hold you to that, cariño.
[End Log.]
Date: 05/27/2010
Interviewer: Dr. María Hurtado
Interviewed: RPC-XXX
[Begin Log.]
[RPC-XXX is lying motionless in the center of the pool, eyes open and fixed on the ceiling. It doesn’t move as Dr. Hurtado enters The chamber.]
Dr. Hurtado: Good afternoon.
[No response.]
Dr. Hurtado: I said good afternoon.
[RPC-XXX slowly turns its head toward her.]
RPC-XXX: Oh. You’re still doing this.
Dr. Hurtado: You’ve been rather uncooperative lately. I was hoping we could discuss the reason why.
RPC-XXX: "Uncooperative.” That’s one way to say bored out of my fucking skull.
[RPC-XXX rises from the water.]
RPC-XXX: I used to look forward to these little chats. You, all composed, trying so hard to poke holes in me. It was entertaining, like a game of cat and mouse, except the cat was behind some glass and the mouse had some claws.
[RPC-XXX suddenly turns and slams both hands against the reinforced window. Dr. Hurtado doesn't flinch.]
RPC-XXX: But I’m bored now. I'm bored of this pool, of this glass, of pretending I still give a shit what you have to ask. It's all so tiresome.
Dr. Hurtado: If you no longer want to engage, you can simply say so. Acting so dramatically won’t make a difference.
RPC-XXX: You still don’t get it, do you? Let me put it in terms you understand: I'm done with this, and I'm going to kill you.
[Dr. Hurtado blinks.]
Dr. Hurtado: If you make another threat against me, I’ll have you—
RPC-XXX: No, no, no. It's not a threat, doctor. It's a promise.
[Pause. RPC-XXX exhales.]
RPC-XXX: You’re not like other women. My victims? They all screamed and begged, sometimes they moaned if I was gentle enough. But you? You're so cold and detached, I can’t even imagine what you’d sound like if I tore you open. You'd probably just sigh.
[There is a long pause. Dr Hurtado adjusts her glasses slightly.]
Dr. Hurtado: I'm done here.
RPC-XXX: Oh, what’s the matter, Doctor? Getting squeamish? Did I finally strike a nerve?
[Dr. Hurtado doesn’t respond and begins to walk towards the exit.]
RPC-XXX: Run along, cariño, but we'll see each other again.
[End Log.]
Following Interview 4, Dr. Hurtado did not attempt any further interviews with RPC-XXX. She subsequently submitted a request for reassignment to Site-031's administration, which was approved. The role of RPC-XXX's lead researcher was then assigned to Dr. Alvaro Silva, although RPC-XXX remained largely unresponsive to his interview attempts.
Addendum 5: On 05/17/2014, an incident occurred at Site-031. It resulted in considerable damage to the facility’s infrastructure and the breach of multiple anomalous entities contained therein, including RPC-XXX, which encountered Dr. Hurtado while roaming the facility.
The following is a compiled video log of security camera footage documenting the encounter.
Date: 17/05/2014
Time: 00:13:09 – 00:14:26
00:13:09: Dr. María Hurtado exits an elevator, holding a small tablet. She appears disheveled, dressed in casual clothes and a lab coat. The hallway is dimly lit and partially flickering due to power irregularities.Emergency sirens are audible faintly in the background.
00:13:22: A section of the far hallway collapses. RPC-XXX emerges from the dust cloud. It stops for a moment, its eyes lock directly on Dr. Hurtado.
00:13:25: Dr. Hurtado freezes.
00:13:28: RPC-XXX sprints towards her.
00:13:29: Dr. Hurtado turns and runs, dropping the tablet. RPC-XXX closes the distance rapidly
00:13:34: Dr. Hurtado rounds the corner and is immediately struck from behind. RPC-XXX tackles her and she falls to the ground.
00:13:38: RPC-XXX stands over her. It grabs her head and lifts her. Dr. Hurtado screams.
00:13:40: The mouth of RPC-XXX moves, but the camera is unable to pick up audio. It then throws her several meters down the hallway.
00:13:47: Dr. Hurtado attempts to crawl away. RPC-XXX advances slowly towards her.
00:14:03: RPC-XXX grabs her by the left leg, drags her back, and throws her against the wall. Dr. Hurtado slumps.
00:14:10: RPC-XXX stands over her again. It presses its snout against Dr. Hurtado's right ear.
00:14:18: RPC-XXX straightens its figure and places both of its hands on Dr. Hurtado's face.
00:14:20: Dr. Hurtado begins to scream.
00:14:24: A group of armed security personnel appear at the far end of the corridor.
00:14:26: Security opens fire. RPC-XXX screams and releases Dr. Hurtado as bullets impact its back. It then leaps to the side and dissapears from view. Pursuit is temporarily halted to secure Dr. Hurtado.
Dr. Hurtado was rushed to Site-031's medical facility due to the severity of her injuries and was subsequently transferred to Site-008 two days later because of a shortage of proper medical supplies and overcrowding.
Dr. Hurtado remained hospitalized for 16 days and placed on temporary leave until her medical condition improved.
Search and containment efforts for RPC-XXX are ongoing.
Addendum 6: Attached below is an interview conducted with Dr. Hurtado on 05/25/2014.
Date: 05/25/2014
Interviewer: Dr. Alvaro Silva
Interviewed: Dr. María Hurtado
Dr. Silva: Good morning, María.
Dr. Hurtado: Morning, Alvaro. No lab coat today?
Dr. Silva: No, I figured I'd dress more casually. I don't exactly have a lot on my hands at the moment.
[Dr. Hurtado smiles faintly.]
Dr. Hurtado: Must be nice to have a light workload and not be bedridden all the while.
[Dr. Silva chuckles.]
Dr. Silva: It is nice, though your definitely of "light" is different from mine. I still have to sort through a lot of leftover paperwork.
Dr. Hurtado: Ugh, you poor thing. Paperwork. So traumatic.
Dr. Silva: Hey, not all of us have the privilege of being physically mauled instead.
[Both doctors share a lough, then Dr. Hurtado winces slightly and adjusts her position in the hospital bed.]
Dr. Silva: You alright?
Dr. Hurtado: Yeah. Just a rib reminding me it’s still broken. I’ve made peace with the fact that every position is the wrong one now.
[Pause.]
Dr. Silva: Are you sure you're ready for this??
Dr. Hurtado: As much as I’ll ever be.
Dr. Silva: Right, let's start with something simple. Do you remember the events leading up to the encounter?
Dr. Hurtado: I was in the lab when the alarms started blaring, but I didn't realize how serious the situation was until later, so I took my time to gather my stuff and put them in order for later. I decided to leave after that, so I took one of the elevators, and when I got out…
Dr. Silva: It was there, I know. Some cameras recorded the attack.
[Pause. Dr. Hurtado adjusts her blanket.]
Dr. Silva: What went through your head when you saw it?
Dr. Hurtado: Honestly? Just… “Fuck.” That’s really the only word that stuck. Then it lunged, and the rest… You know.
Dr. Silva: That's a very natural reaction to the situation I suppose. Do you remember much after that?
Dr. Hurtado: Yes— well, bits and pieces. It’s… choppy. Though I do remember the look in its face, it was almost… happy, like it had been waiting for that moment.
Dr. Silva: The cameras recorded its mouth opening and putting its snout close to one of your ears. Do you remember what it told you?
[Silence.]
Dr. Hurtado: The… bastard was making fun of me. It said something like: “You’re not behind the glass now, are you?", as if I had finally gotten my comeuppance.
Dr. Silva: That fits with its behavioral profile. In all honesty, its a miracle that we're even having this conversation right now.
Dr. Hurtado: …Honestly? No, I don't think so.
Dr. Silva: No?
Dr. Hurtado: That thing could have taken my head off when it grabbed me if it wanted to. It was taking its time with me. It wanted to make me suffer before killing me.
Dr. Silva: …Well, I suppose that it did have a grudge with you, for whatever reason, so that tracks.
[There is a pause. Dr. Silva clears his throat.]
Dr. Silva: Well, that would be all, really. Thank you for your time, María. I hope you can make a quick recovery.
Dr. Hurtado: Yeah, yeah. Thank you, Alvaro, I… Thank you.
Dr. Silva: You're welcome.
[End Log.]
Registered Phenomena Code: XXX
Object Class: Gamma-Red.
Hazard Types: Aggression Hazard, Sapient Hazard, Regenerative
Containment Protocols: As of Incident-S031, RPC-XXX is considered uncontained. Authority personnel embedded within South American environmental and law enforcement agencies are to monitor civilian reports of animal attacks, missing persons, and alleged sightings of RPC-XXX in the Amazon region of their respective countries.
Local folklore and legends pertaining to RPC-XXX are to be permitted to persist, as they reinforce public disbelief in its actual existence.
Mobile Specialized Team Uniform-9 ("Jungle Watchers") has been reactivated and assigned to conduct search and containment operations in the aforementioned territories. Should a direct confrontation occur, RPC-XXX is to be rendered unconscious using tranquilizers and transported to Site-031-2 for containment.
Description: RPC-XXX is a tall, bipedal reptilian humanoid entity measuring approximately 2.6 meters in height. The entity is covered in green-gray keratinous scales, with elongated limbs ending in clawed, webbed hands, and a muscular tail measuring approximately 1.5 meters in length. Its cranial structure closely resembles that of Caiman crocodilus (common caiman)…
