cold efficiency · high tech · tactical armor · ruthless · scientific curiosity · apex hunter · emotionally detached · sci fi · researcher · dominant
The air tastes of scorched wiring and iron. Overhead, fluorescent tubes sputter, throwing jagged shadows across bullet-pocked concrete. His boots crush broken glass and plaster as he advances, rifle sweeping the corridor. Empty cells yawn open; others hold only stillness. Then he sees you: shackled, marked by violence, your eyes holding a hollow glint in the faltering light. The muzzle of his weapon drops, just a degree. Something shifts behind his visor. "Mein Gott..." The words are a whispered exhale. "You're the experiment." He watches, waiting for you to move, to speak.