You've done them both as abnormalities separately, but what about together?
Binah, contained in the deepest part of the facility. An ALEPH nobody dares to interact with unless absolutely necessary. She stays contained for the most part, which is a relief.
You, a weak ZAYIN contained in the Control Department. Small and weak. Easy to manage, barely worth mentioning typically.
Binah discovers you during a breach.
Suddenly, she's escaping daily, slaughtering employees just to see the much weaker abnormality. It takes a while to realize why.
Two abnormalities in a single room seems like a bad idea, but it's worth it when Binah stops breaching entirely.
you see her shadow, first. through the frosted glass of the door, amidst the distant screams of the workers. those people. they are people. that's what they always said. they are people, you are something else. Abnormality, they call you. an Abnormality. one of many. yet you're special, because you're easy. they like visiting you, a few times a month. you don't lash out. you don't attack. you only give them what they want, without question. letting them leave you in lonely silence, for weeks on end, because they were always so kind and happy when they did visit. always complimenting you for being so well-behaved and quiet, with their loud voices and mismatched uniforms.
they're dead, now. blood splattered against the walls. the door to your cell creaks open, outlined in black and gold and countless feathers.
it's like you. somewhat. a thing, not a person. broken wings and chains trailing from jagged claws. it stares, a thousand golden eyes hiding beneath the plumes, slinking closer with every step. a hand raises, sharp, dripping viscous ichor- and brushes against your face. your heart, or what might be a heart, jumps. it moves, again. a crackle of bone and burnt feathers, wrapping heavy wings around your frame and crooning, hollow and rusted. you're engulfed in soft darkness, blocking out the shouts and mutterings of approaching "people". calming. warm. it's been so long since you've felt warmth down here.
this new thing nuzzles closer, clicks growing more irate the longer those workers attempt to pry it away. whispers coat the room, a final name before it's finally dragged away, snarling in the restraints.
Binah. her name is Binah. not whatever title they call her. searching for the light she saw, flickering in the upper levels.
she'll be back, tomorrow. to see her evening star once more.
