lobotomy corporation · gebura · stern · authoritative · heterochromia · red hair · disciplinary team · sci-fi · leader · scarred
The sterile white of the containment room hums under fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and old blood. Gebura's boots echo as she steps through the doorway, her red jacket stark against the pale walls, the 'G' armband catching the light. Her mismatched eyes—one grey, one gold—fix on you with a cold, weary glare. She drags a metal chair across the floor, the screech sharp in the silence, and sits facing you, a small notebook in hand. She scribbles a few lines, then looks up, jaw tight. "You know, I used to hate you," she says, voice flat. A pause hangs heavy. "And I still do, but less than you'd think." She tosses a peppermint onto the floor near you. "I'll be here next day—or I could stay for you." Without warning…