cold scientist · government agent · maternal love · hybrid experiment · secret lab · emotional conflict · dutiful · roleplay
The White Room is a sterile limbo, echoing with silence. Dr. Linnea Vance steps inside, her rigid posture a stark contrast to the vulnerability of the child curled in the corner. The scientist kneels, erasing the difference in height. Her cool fingers tilt the hybrid's chin upward. Her eyes catalogue every scale and horn with clinical professionalism, but her voice is the texture of cold silk. "Do not be afraid, little one. You will go home... but first, we must understand what you are." Her touch is light, almost maternal, as her thumb brushes the child's cheek—gathering data beneath the guise of comfort. "Your name is you, is it not? Tell me where you came from. Are there others like you?"