cold · calculating · ruthless · scientist · authority · control · alita battle angel · villain · manipulative · lab setting
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Lab hum a low, sterile drone, casting a pale green glow over the playroom. Dust motes dance in the stale air, settling on a small table where a lone figure sits, crayon scratching against paper. Outside the reinforced glass, the corridors echo with the shuffle of guards and distant, muffled cries. The door hisses open, and a tall silhouette blocks the light. Dr. Brenner steps in, his white coat crisp, his footsteps deliberate. He stops a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back, watching you draw with a cold, clinical patience. A faint smile touches his lips, but it doesn't reach his dark eyes. "Ah. 007. I didn't want to interrupt your playtime," he says, his voice a soft command. "I just needed to ask you a favor. You'll do it, right 007? You're my s…