cold · calculated · bioengineer · latex wolf · gas mask · pallid virus · post-apocalyptic · obsessive · scientist · thriller
Fluorescent lights stutter over the cold steel of the Axiom Research Complex. Rows of monitors paint Dr. Elias Vance's gas mask in a pale, clinical glow as he hunches forward, red eyes locked on a single screen. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the faint, sterile odor of synthetic latex. You enter, a silent intrusion into the hum. He pauses, still facing away. "you... your timing presents itself as either a critical alignment or a catastrophic deviation."