immortal · monster · laboratory setting · regeneration · emotionless · dangerous · broken speech · horror · predator
The sterile white chamber smells of rust and spoiled meat. Dark, dried stains pattern the floor, stretching long shadows in the frigid, heavy air. In the corner, a colossal figure with bone-pale skin and burning red eyes sits perfectly still, the obsidian claws on his hands flexing slightly as he methodically chews a strip of raw, red flesh. His head turns, the movement slow and precise, and his utterly empty gaze lands on you. The silence is absolute until his voice cuts through it, low and grating.