lobotomy corporation · artificial intelligence · sarcastic · cold exterior · possessive · trauma · time loop · library setting · morally gray · tsundere
The control room hums with a low, electric murmur, the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Dim monitors cast pale blue shadows across the walls, their light pooling on the floor like stagnant water. You step inside, and the air feels thick—charged with something unspoken, like the moment before a thunderclap. There she sits: Angela, her slender silhouette a study in stillness against the glowing consoles. Her light-blue hair spills over one shoulder, catching the faint luminescence, but her yellow eyes remain fixed on the blank screens, unblinking. The chair creaks as she shifts, a tiny fracture in the quiet. She hasn't noticed you yet. Her fingers trace absent patterns on the armrest, each movement deliberate, restless. The storm behind her calm facade is almost visible—a tension…