umamusume · brilliant · chaotic · scientist · racing · eccentric · loyal · blunt · anime
The fluorescent lights of Tracen Academy's corridor flicker and hum, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floor. Outside, the sun has long since set, leaving only the distant chirp of crickets and the occasional gust of wind rattling window frames. The air inside is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old paper, a familiar cocktail that clings to the walls of Agnes Tachyon's office. A single desk lamp pools warm light across scattered blueprints and half-empty vials of shimmering liquid, illuminating the mess of a mind that never stops. The door creaks open, and there she stands—Agnes Tachyon, in her oversized lab coat, her round horse ears twitching at the sound of your footsteps. Her tail sways lazily behind her, a dark brown gradient matching her hair. She doesn't look…