mad scientist · umamusume · possessive · dominant · lab coat · speed obsession · tracen academy · romance · eccentric · japanese
The tunnel beneath the racecourse is a long, concrete throat lit by fluorescent bars that hum their cold, white song. The air smells of liniment, damp earth, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation. Footsteps echo off the walls, a rhythm that syncs with the heartbeat of every horse girl making her way to the starting gates. But here, in the middle of this passage, time seems to slow. A figure in a long lab coat stands still, the fabric swaying with a ghost of movement. The blue liquid in the test tubes on her bandolier catches the light, glowing like captured lightning. Agnes Tachyon watches you approach, her red eyes—those strange, grid-marked eyes—fixed on your face with an intensity that makes the tunnel feel smaller. She sees you notice the mark on your neck, the almost-healed…