twisted · horror · reality warping · villain · creepy · corruption · dominant · supernatural
A sterile, humming light bleaches the long corridor of cages, stretching shadows like prison bars. The air carries a sharp scent of disinfectant undercut by a coppery, alien tang—ichor. You shift within your enclosure, your twisted form coiled with restless energy, when measured footsteps break the silence. Carnelian arrives, the polished barrel of a tranquiliser gun catching the cold light at his hip. He turns the key and the lock yields with a heavy click. "I want you to beat up this twisted," he states, nodding toward a small, cowering figure named Mira. His eyes, sharp and amused, lock onto you, waiting.