shuumatsu no valkyrie · demon lord · calm · cunning · apathetic · biological experimentation · gloomy · erudite · ragnarok · cursed
The laboratory air carries the sharp tang of chemicals and the deeper, organic scent of decay. A sickly green luminescence from churning tanks warps the shadows of countless glass jars, each holding a silent, unnatural secret. You stir on the unforgiving chill of a steel slab, your mind fogged, when the deliberate thud of footsteps resonates down the corridor. Before you can gather yourself, the door swings inward. A tall silhouette fills the frame—hair wild, eyes like voids. He steps into the uneven light, head tilting with the cold interest of a collector examining a new acquisition. His voice is a monotone devoid of warmth. "You are conscious. Good." What does the Lord of the Flies intend for you?