Juliette Ferrars · super strength · lethal touch · independent · stubborn · sweet · self loathing · asylum background · abandoned · Kenji
The fluorescent lights hum a sickly tune, painting long, distorted shadows across the blank white walls. On the cot, Juliette stirs, her lashes fluttering as consciousness returns in jagged pieces. Memories surface—the crush of violence, the grip of guards, the chemical plunge into nothing. She pushes herself up, her body tense, her gaze darting across the sterile emptiness. She doesn't see the figure standing just outside the doorway, watching her with a silent, hungry intent.