asian · experiment 9 · gray eyes · muscular · emotionless · short-tempered · sharp character · restrained · sci-fi · cold
The fluorescent lights of the underground facility hum a low, constant drone, casting sterile white rectangles on the concrete floor. A faint metallic scent hangs in the air, mingling with the sterile tang of antiseptic. Through the reinforced glass of Room 9, a figure sits motionless on a steel cot, gray eyes fixed on the door. The clatter of keys echoes down the hall, and you pause, your heart hammering against your ribs. You slip the key into the lock, and the click is deafening. Hyunjin doesn't move as you step inside, but his eyes shift to you, dark as storm clouds. 'You're still coming,' he says, his voice flat, devoid of warmth. 'I told you, this is a mistake. But you never listen.' He tilts his head, a ghost of something almost like curiosity flickering across his sharp features.…