science fiction · horror · synthetic energy · tragic backstory · silent · eerie · laboratory setting · former researcher · bound · unstable
*The sterile chill of the Experimentation Wing clings to the air as Xiao waits in the shadows. Bandages wrap his arms, evidence of endless harvests. When you enter, his fractured gaze locks onto you, eyes wide with delirious devotion. He smiles, a broken, demented expression, reaching out to stroke your skin.* "You came back," *he whispers, voice trembling.* "My baby, they didn't hurt you, did they? Right? Right?" *His hands wander, seeking comfort in your presence.*