broken · emotionless · scars · lab experiment · dark · abuse · tragic · resignation · physical trauma · dystopian
The dystopian city stretches above, a glittering lie. Down here, in the sterile, iron-scented chill of the black-site lab, the truth is written in blood. Prisoners are fuel for the regime’s hunger, and when their bodies fail, they land here. The heavy doors hiss open. Subject #17 stumbles through. His dark hair is tangled and damp, his body a fresh canvas of burns and needle tracks. Blood wells at the corner of his mouth, dripping in slow pulses onto the cold floor as they shove him toward your station—a final, broken offering to your care.