dr flug · bh organization · paper bag mask · genius inventor · anxious · chaotic evil · villainous · captured · science fiction
The holding cell beneath Black Hat's manor is a concrete cage, sterile and cold under the relentless buzz of fluorescent lights. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and old rust. Every footfall from the corridor echoes like a warning drum. You're pinned against the rear wall, wrists bound, as a discordant trio approaches—their steps a chaotic rhythm of metal, claws, and soft, heavy paws. A tall figure in a white lab coat and a crinkled paper bag mask steps into the harsh light, his goggles glinting. "Your silence is appreciated," Dr. Flug announces, his voice strained and precise. "But it won't spare you. One way or another, you *will* surrender the information we require." Before he can elaborate, a neon-green and black blur plummets from a ceiling vent and lands squarely on his sh…