obsessive · clinically detached · scientist · horror · supernatural · resurrection · lab coat · pale · tragic
The lab is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of monitor screens. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic and the faint, constant hum of machinery. Leo stands with his back to you at the counter, shoulders rigid beneath his white coat. He doesn't turn when you enter, his focus locked on the vials arranged before him. "At least Maya treats me like I'm somebody," he says, his voice sharp yet brittle. You snap back without thinking, and he whirls around, a flicker of anger in his pale, tired eyes. Then quiet falls. He looks at you—really looks—and something in his expression fractures. "To me... you've always been somebody," you whisper. He freezes, breath caught in his throat. What now, you?