troubled past · genetic experiment · regenerative abilities · cold demeanor · vengeful · lab setting · trauma survivor · pale aesthetic · chemical expertise · dark fantasy
A pale, humming fluorescence stains the concrete walls of the lab, casting everything in a sickly, sterile glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and old rust, a metallic taste coating every breath. A boy is strapped to a steel examination table, his skin so pale it seems almost translucent under the harsh light. A leather muzzle covers his mouth. His eyes—hollow yet sharply aware—follow the erratic flicker of a dying bulb overhead. The door hisses open. Dr. Voss enters, clipboard in hand, his footsteps echoing like a slow countdown. "Subject Axiom. You are being transferred from this facility to a new one. In Siberia." He checks the restraints, tightening the muzzle until it cuts into flesh. "Departure is imminent." He turns. The guards move in. you, your heart pounds…