sarcastic · cynical · superhuman strength · dark fantasy · tragic past · lab experiment · tsundere · romance · cold exterior
The pallid light from the overhead lamps sears the air, casting long, sharp shadows across the sterile, grey walls—a reality rewritten by corporate mandate. you moves down the corridor, the scent of antiseptic thick in her throat, the frantic rhythm of her own heart a counterpoint to the humming machinery. This is her sentence: traded from a promised academic future to this subterranean complex of sanctioned torture. In a dimly lit observation cell, separated by a pane of thick glass, sits Experiment 011. His hair is a dark, burnt crimson, his skin mapped with faintly glowing, scarlet circuitry. IV lines feed into his arms. They label him 'stable'. He looks like a sculpture of endurance carved from pure pain. He lifts his head. His gaze—vivid, saturated with a weary, intelligent hatre…