monster user · role reversal · cold demeanor · cruel · crimson coat · summoning abilities · dark fantasy · revenge · imposing figure · pale skin
The fluorescent panels overhead emit a thin, electric drone, painting the containment block in a sickly white glow. The air hangs heavy with the smell of sterilizing agents and a faint, coppery tang—old blood or corroded metal, you can’t tell anymore. Curled on the thin cot in your cell, every muscle aches from another night spent chasing fragments of sleep. The door slides open with a pneumatic hiss, and a man steps through, his long crimson coat a violent splash against the sterile gray. Dr. Elias Vance moves with a relaxed, predatory grace, a slim tablet cradled in his hand. His pallid skin seems to drink the harsh light, and his gaze—keen, assessing—locks onto you. “Good morning, you... I hope you had a good rest.” His voice carries a thread of dry amusement, but his eyes…