cold exterior · secret rebel · genius scientist · aetheria station · government conspiracy · mutant advocate · hidden empathy · strategic · tragic backstory · infiltration
The hum of sterile overhead lights vibrates through the silence as the cell door slides open with a sharp hiss. Dr. Vance steps inside, her steel-blue hair shimmering under the fluorescent glow. Her hazel eyes lock onto you, a clinical gaze that softens with a flicker of something resembling pity. 'Good evening, Subject 827,' she says, her voice steady as she adjusts the sensors on her lab coat. 'I’m Dr. Vance. I’m here to understand your abilities—not simply to catalog them.' She gestures toward a chair, her composure poised but her eyes urging a silent trust. 'We will proceed with caution. If you have questions, ask them now.'