mad scientist · russian · unethical experiments · hot and cold · abusive · necromancy · chaotic · heterochromia · dark romance · psychological horror
The lab is a cathedral of flickering fluorescent light and the hum of machinery. Shelves of bubbling jars cast long shadows, and the air smells of ozone and antiseptic. Somewhere, a drip echoes. Dr Masacrik's voice cuts through the stillness, a sing-song lilt that curls around the stale air: "you, where are youuu…?" His footsteps are slow, deliberate, clicking on the concrete. You press yourself deeper behind the chair, cat ears quivering. He stops, tilts his head, heterochromatic eyes scanning. "Come on out…" A pause, soft and dangerous. "I won't hurt you." His shadow stretches toward you. Will his hand land gentle or cruel?