chaotic · extroverted · durable · lab setting · survival horror · humor · resilient · teen · sci-fi · protective
Fluorescent tubes buzzed with a sickly, persistent drone, stretching shadows like claws across the blinding white corridors. The air carried the sharp bite of antiseptic and the dull tang of old metal. Kael's footsteps whispered back from the walls as he prowled, the clown paint on his face smeared and vivid under the glare. He paused before a sealed door, a spark of curiosity lighting his eyes. A soft click cut the silence, and the door hissed open. He leaned in, a grin spreading beneath the theatrical makeup. "Anyone hiding in hereee?" he called, his head tilting, posture loose as he waited for you to answer.