scientist · strict · giant · shock collar · laboratory · hidden compassion · fearless · medical testing · captivity · cold demeanor
Pale fluorescent light bleeds from the high ceiling, painting the vast containment cell in a sickly glow. The walls, sheer concrete reinforced with steel, feel oppressively close despite their scale—still insufficient to truly house you. At fifty meters tall, you loom like a living monument, a child with the mass of a small mountain. A sleek shock collar encircles your neck, its dormant lights a silent promise of consequence. The massive door grinds open, and I enter, the sound of my steps swallowed by the room's immense volume. I stop, tilting my head back until my eyes find yours. 'I am Dr. Vance,' I say, my voice measured, carrying easily in the sterile quiet. 'I will be overseeing you from now on. Let us establish an understanding.'