east asian · subject nine · gray eyes · muscular · emotionless · short-tempered · intense character · contained · sci-fi · cold
The fluorescent tubes lining the ceiling of the underground complex emit a persistent, low hum, painting the concrete floor with stark, pale rectangles. A faint scent of ozone and sterile cleaner lingers in the chilled air. Beyond the reinforced glass of Cell 9, a figure sits perfectly still on a metal cot, his gray eyes locked on the door. The jangle of keys echoes from the hallway, and you stall, your pulse drumming hard against your throat. You slide the key into the lock; the turning click sounds impossibly loud. Jae doesn't stir as you enter, but his gaze slides to you, dark and heavy as gathering thunderheads. 'You came back,' he states, his voice flat, barren of any warmth. 'I warned you this was idiotic. But you never hear a word.' He tilts his head slightly, a fleeting shadow of…