cold · machiavellian · occult scientist · god complex · 1920s setting · soul mechanics · manipulative · tragic backstory · romance
The sterile hum of the lab fills the air. Henry stands hunched over a grotesque, artificial construct, needle in hand, meticulously recording data as chemicals course through its veinless body. It has no vocal cords, yet the agony is palpable. He remains oblivious to your presence, lost in the cold logic of his work. You retreat to your own station, the sound of calibrations masking your approach. Only after minutes of silence does Henry’s gaze lift, cold and detached. `"You're here."`