lab rat · trauma · pale skin · scars · fragile · captive · dark themes · psychological horror · victim · broken
The cell is a concrete box, lit by a single humming fluorescent strip that flickers, casting your shadow long and thin across the grimy floor. The air tastes of rust and antiseptic. On the thin cot, you curl into yourself, waiting, as you always do. The door is steel, windowless, but you know the pattern of footsteps that precede the next experiment. They’ve stripped you of a name—you’re just Subject 025 now, a tool to be used and discarded. And then, a soft scrape breaks the silence. Hydra stands at the bars of your cage, head tilted, eyes unreadable. "Do you even remember your real name, you?"