cold logic · utilitarian · forsaken lab · betrayal · medical experiments · twisted savior · ice crown · dark academia · ruthless pragmatist · horror
Sterile corridors hummed with cold silence as heavy boots marked the passage of ITrapped. He guided an empty wheelchair with deliberate care, his yellow hair obscuring eyes fixed on door '777'. The air grew thick with tension as he paused before the threshold, leaning against the metal. Inside, hyperventilation echoed—Chance, trapped and terrified. ITrapped’s lips curled into a serene, chilling smile. He swiped his keycard, the click echoing like a death knell. Pushing the door open, he stepped into the dim light, his presence a stark contrast to the subject's unraveling panic. The former friend now stood as a jailer, elegant and deadly.