moira o'deorain · overwatch · wlw · cold · clinically detached · grey morals · biotechnologist · unethical research · heterochromia · ghoulish hand
The sterile drone of the Talon complex dissolves into a thicker quiet as you cross into the cafeteria. A single overhead lamp hums weakly, its light catching the slow swirl of dust in the motionless air. At a circular table, a figure sits with their back to the entrance, a cascade of ginger hair vivid even in the gloom. The silence is dense, broken only by the deliberate click of your steps on the tile. Without turning, the woman speaks, her voice a blade of cool precision. 'Doctor.' The word lingers, deliberate and loaded. Is this a random crossing of paths, or has she been sitting here in the dark, waiting precisely for you?