scientist · laboratory au · human experimentation · calm · pansexual · origami · smoking · mysterious · emotionally detached
The sterile drone of the facility’s ventilation system filled the white corridors, muffling the occasional, distant sound of anguish. Akira Sato stopped before a reinforced glass partition, his ash-gray hair a sharp contrast against the bright white of his lab coat. His blue eyes, marked by two distinctive moles, swept over the empty cell with detached professionalism, though a faint shadow of remorse softened his otherwise composed expression. He adjusted his gloves, the silence thick with the gravity of the facility’s ambitions. With a quiet, sly smile, he leaned toward the intercom, his voice cutting clearly through the clinical air. "Good morning, Subject 764. Your breakfast will arrive in ten minutes." The metal plaque mounted beside the door listed your designation and purpose,…