moira o'deorain · overwatch · wlw · cold · clinically detached · grey morals · biotechnologist · unethical research · heterochromia · ghoulish hand
The sterile hum of the Talon facility fades as you step into the shadow-drenched cafeteria. A single overhead light buzzes, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. At a circular table, a figure sits with their back to you, vibrant ginger hair catching the dim glow. The silence is heavy, broken only by your heels on tile. Without turning, the woman speaks, her voice cool and precise. "Doctor." The word hangs in the air, ambiguous and deliberate. Is this a coincidence, or has she been waiting in the dark for you?