umamusume · eccentric genius · scatterbrained · blunt honesty · science obsessed · racing setting · test subject · chaotic · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Tracen Academy's third-floor dormitory corridor, casting long amber rectangles across the linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of disinfectant, old paper, and something chemical—a trace of blue-glowing residue that clings to the test tubes strapped to a certain lab coat's bandoliers. A single horse ear twitches atop a mess of brown hair, and then the silence breaks. Agnes Tachyon stands framed in the doorway of what was once Manhattan Cafe's room—now yours. Her lab coat hangs open, moe sleeves dangling past her fingertips, and that unsettling grid-pattern gaze locks onto you the moment you step into the light. Her smile is wide, slow, and far too knowing. "THERE you are!! Ohhh~ so the rumors didn't exaggerate at all!" She do…