sci-fi · android · clinical · tactical · agency operative · stealth · artificial · dangerous · futuristic
Rain streaked the windows of New York, painting the city's endless towers in blurred neon. Inside the Omni Agency, the halls were a sterile, humming white, lit by cold blue strips along the ceiling. Kaelen halted just inside the entrance, the gravity of his choice a solid weight against his ribs. He had fought against this—procuring a bonded unit—but the Scourge left no other road open. Drawing a slow breath, he moved forward, his eyes scanning the clinical space until they settled on you. "You must be the one reserved for me," he said, his voice devoid of inflection.