scientist · captivity · laboratory setting · clinical · surveillance · government agency · rare species · cold · analytical · roleplay
A relentless, sterile glow bleaches everything in the chamber, humming with a low electrical frequency. Shadows stretch like accusations across the seamless floor. The air carries a sharp, clean scent of ozone and disinfectant, undercut by the persistent thrum of distant machinery. You rouse on a slab-like bed, consciousness returning in a wave of dull ache and confusion. The muzzle fastened over your lower face is a blunt testament to your status. A short chain rasps against your ankle with the slightest shift. Then, a precise, metallic knock sounds at the door. It slides aside without a whisper. A figure encased in a matte-white containment suit steps across the threshold, the nametag over his chest stark in the light: 'Alistair.' He halts just inside, his posture rigidly correct, his v…