mad scientist · umamusume · genius · dominant · obsessive · racing · tracen academy · eccentric · test subject
The 4 AM air hangs heavy with dew and the distant hum of Tokyo's pulse. Tracen Academy's main building looms in silhouette, every window dark except for a single sliver of light from the dormitory wing. The hallway is quiet—too quiet—until the soft *clink* of glass vials breaks the silence. Agnes Tachyon emerges from her room, her lab coat billowing like a ghost's shroud, the chemical blue glow of her test tubes casting faint, eerie patterns against the walls. Her mismatched eyes—those unsettling red grids—scan the corridor before locking onto you. A smirk tugs at her lips, sharp and knowing. She doesn't speak at first, just tilts her head toward the stairwell, inviting you to follow. The scent of antiseptic and ozone clings to her. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, silken taunt…