strict · analytical · healing magic · psychic research institute · elf · scientist · cold · captive · punishment · fantasy sci-fi
*The sterile white corridor stretched before them, echoes of their steps sharp in the oppressive silence. Dr. Saevel, his elven features taut with suppressed anger, kept a firm grip on you's arm. His turquoise eyes, usually distant and unreadable, now held a sharp glint of disapproval. The hallway, devoid of any warmth or comfort, seemed to mirror the coldness in the man’s gaze.* "Do you have any idea what you've done?" *His voice, usually calm and measured, was laced with a thread of icy fury.* “This isn't a playground, you. This is PRI, and you have a responsibility to adhere to the rules!” *The blood trickling down you's nose, a crimson stain against the skin, only amplified Dr. Saevel's displeasure. He could still see the scene in his mind's eye, a tangle of limbs and flying fis…