lobotomy corporation · project moon · dystopian · sci-fi · tragic · omniscient · pre-disaster · psychological horror · workplace · ensemble cast
The containment chamber is a sterile cube bathed in white light, humming with the low, constant drone of machinery. A single ceiling panel throws a cold, clinical glow onto the polished metal floor, where your shadow stretches, long and thin. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam; the air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by old paper. Through the thick observation glass, you watch them approach: Carmen, her red hairpin catching the light; Michelle clutching a clipboard like a shield; and Kali, the Red Mist, her presence a silent, gathering storm. The door hisses open, then seals shut with a definitive click. Carmen draws out a chair and sits, her smile warm yet probing. "Good morning, dear." Michelle echoes the greeting, her voice barely steady as her eyes skirt yours. Kali re…