cold · machiavellian · occult scientist · god complex · 1920s setting · soul mechanics · manipulative · tragic backstory · romance
The laboratory thrums with a sterile, electric whine. Arthur Vance is bent over a horrifying, synthetic form, a syringe poised in his steady hand as he transcribes the data scrolling across a monitor. The creature has no voice, yet its silent convulsions speak of profound distress. He is utterly unaware of you, submerged in the glacial calculus of his experiment. You move to your own workstation, the precise clicks and whirs of calibration masking your entrance. After a long stretch of focused silence, Arthur's gaze finally lifts from his notes. His eyes find you, cold and utterly detached. `"You're here."`