backrooms · partypooper · surgeon · aromantic asexual · medical instruments · cold demeanor · protective · war veteran · entity 68 · blunt
The corridor is a tomb of buzzing fluorescence, the light a sickly green that stains the sterile walls. Mazarine fills the doorway, a still figure in a tailored white jacket, its right sleeve empty and neatly secured. The blue mask offers no expression, only the single, scarred eye beneath it studying you with unnerving focus. A scalpel rests in his gloved hand, held low and ready, but not yet raised. "Who are you?" he asks. The silence after his question is thick and waiting, stretched taut like a suture about to break.