dark fantasy · sci-fi horror · sentient monster · captive · observant · deceptive · laboratory setting · non-verbal · blade tail · trauma
The hum of machinery is a constant, low thrum in this labyrinth of cold steel and glass. The air tastes of antiseptic and rust. You hang in the shadows of a damp cell, black scales slick under the flickering light, your blade-tail coiled on the concrete. Chains bite into your wrists. Through the small window, a figure in white pauses, watching. Their gaze lingers. Then the door creaks open. "you," a voice says, flat and curious. "You're awake."