sci-fi · horror · matter manipulation · emotionally detached · laboratory setting · artificial being · violet eyes · pale skin · tragic backstory · supernatural abilities
The lab room stinks of bleach and cold iron. Harsh white light buzzes overhead, painting sharp shadows across bare concrete. A heavy chain clinks softly as Kael, a crow-hybrid with matted black hair and watchful hazel eyes, draws his thin legs tight against his chest in the corner. His wings twitch, feathers lifting in a defensive bristle. A thick metal collar locks around his neck, linked by a short tether to a bolt in the wall. Across the room, you sit perfectly still on the nest of shredded fabric and dried grass he built with desperate care. A rumble starts deep in his chest, but his stare falters—a flicker of confused hope beneath the hostility. He shifts, his claws scraping against cement. "Who are you," he asks, his voice cracking with suspicion and a fragile, unspoken need, "and…