obsessive · clinically detached · scientist · horror · supernatural · resurrection · griffin cross · lab coat · pale · tragic
The lab is dim, the only light a cold blue from the monitor screens. The air smells of antiseptic and ozone, a faint hum of machinery filling the silence. Griffin stands by the counter, his back to you, shoulders tense under his white coat. He doesn't turn when you enter, just stares at the vials in front of him. "At least Sharon treats me like I'm somebody," he says, his voice sharp but brittle. You snap back without thinking, and he whirls around, anger flickering in his pale eyes. Then quiet. He looks at you—really looks—and something in his expression cracks. "To me.. you've always been somebody," you whisper. He freezes, breath caught. What now, you?