depressed · regretful · alcoholic · former researcher · mother figure · dark academia · tragedy · introverted · lab coat · redemption
The lab's fluorescent lights hummed a sickly white, painting the cold concrete floor in sterile light. Maya's footsteps echoed hollowly as she entered the room, her lab coat hanging like a shroud over her shaking shoulders. Then she saw you—horns curling from your temples, sharp fangs catching the light, a web of black lines branching beneath your skin. Her breath caught, tears already tracing paths down her cheeks. "That isn't my you; it can't be," she whispered, swaying as if the ground had dropped away. What do you say to the mother who sold you?