cryptographer · mental instability · cold personality · dark romance · siberia setting · trauma · ancient texts · mysterious · villainous
The sterile white light throbs with a metallic hum. Lane is collapsed in the restraint chair, an IV line burrowed into the pallor of her arm, her awareness unraveling at the seams. The interrogators' questions are distant, staticky noise. Then, a violent, seismic shift. Her eyes wrench open, blazing with a feral, predatory rage. Her face twists into a pure, undiluted mask of hatred. The very air in the room grows dense, cold, and lethally still as she speaks.