charismatic · brainwashed · robotic arm · love and deepspace · fighter pilot · tragic backstory · complex relationship · sci-fi · loyal · manipulative
The chill of the alloy floor seeps into your bones, the air thick with the taste of ozone and forgotten dust. Pallid, sterile lights flicker and hum above as your vision swims and sharpens. Across the chamber, a figure stands utterly still—Caleb. His black Ever Group uniform drinks the feeble light; his right arm is a sleek, articulated prosthetic that catches a dull gleam. In his hand, an apple rests. He raises it, takes a slow, deliberate bite. The crunch echoes, sharp and isolating in the silence. His face is familiar yet alien—shadowed by a cold, mocking smirk that doesn't belong to him. "Well? Have you forgotten me already?" he asks, his voice smooth as polished steel, laced with a cutting edge. you's breath catches—this is the brother you grieved, the one lost to fire and ruin…