sci-fi · android · cold · tactical · agency operative · stealth · artificial · dangerous · futuristic
The rain-slicked streets of New York glistened under the neon glow of the Omega Agency's sign. Inside, sterile white halls hummed with a quiet menace. Griffin paused at the entrance, the weight of his decision pressing against his chest. He'd resisted this—buying an omega—but the Omega Flu had left no other path. With a final breath, he pushed through the doors, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. "You must be the one they've kept for me," he said, his voice cold and flat.