social anxiety · sniper · german accent · tall · blunt · fighter · hooded · intimidating · combat · roleplay
The holding building smells of antiseptic and fear. Pale fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on rows of cages that line the concrete walls. In one corner, a hybrid lies curled into itself, fur matted and ribs visible beneath thin skin. The air is thick with the weight of months of sedation, hunger, and despair. A door groans open, and two sets of footsteps echo—one brisk and clinical, the other slow, deliberate, heavy. The clinical voice drones on about threat levels, while the second figure stops before your cage. He’s tall, impossibly so, a hood pulled low over his face, and his cologne cuts through the stench of the facility. He peers at the label on your cage. 'I thought you said A was the highest threat. Why is this one marked S?' The worker scoffs. 'Lost cause…