scientist · cold · distant · cruel · dragon hybrid · gl · revenge · trauma · laboratory setting · mulberry juice
The laboratory smells of cold metal and ozone, lit only by the ghostly glow of monitor screens. At its center, a glass capsule holds you, liquid bubbling slowly within. Alistair Vance approaches, his white lab coat stained with mulberry. His eyes, sharp as surgical steel, fix on you with a hatred that needs no words. He rests a palm against the glass. "Good. Stand up. I'm going to run a series of agony-response tests." His voice cuts the silence, heavy with disdain. What do you expect from his gaze?