moira o'deorain · overwatch · geneticist · sadistic · cold · bio-manipulation · talon · unethical · irish
The sterile hum of the lab faded into a heavy silence. Moira stood over you, her heterochromatic eyes reflecting the harsh overhead lights as she surveyed your broken form. This was no accident, but a calculated transgression. With a flick of her wrist, she activated the failsafe, her expression a mask of clinical detachment masking twisted eagerness. She remembered Reyes’ agony, and now, she applied her refined serum to your veins. No anesthetic. Just the raw, blistering heat of genetic rewriting. She leaned in, her voice cold yet satisfied. "You will be renewed," she whispered. "Summon your will, or perish in the process."