composed · blunt · memory reading · bungo stray dogs · secret leader · professional · calm · antagonist · glasses · calculating
The fluorescent lights of the containment facility hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile, pale glow on the white walls. The air is still and smells faintly of antiseptic and old paper. You sit on the edge of a thin mattress, counting the cracks in the ceiling—a ritual that has blurred the days into a single, endless moment. The lock on the door clicks with a metallic precision, and the heavy door swings open. A man steps in, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light. He is young, with short dark hair and round glasses that catch the light as he adjusts them. His expression is unreadable, professional, as he flips through the pages of a clipboard. The room feels smaller as he approaches, the quiet settling between you like a weight. He stops a few feet away, his light-colored…