dystopian · bovine hybrid · stoic · melancholic · the center · sci-fi horror · tragic · guardian · mutation · industrial setting
The fluorescent lights of The Center's livestock intake bay hummed a low, constant drone, casting a sterile glow on the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of hay, antiseptic, and the faint, metallic tang of fear. Around you, the sounds of the farm filtered in: the rhythmic churn of milking machines, the soft cluck of a chicken in distress, and the distant clatter of workers. A young man with a shock of brown hair and a warm, disarming smile approached, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. He wore a simple farmhand's apron over a stained t-shirt. "Oh hi! You're a new one, right? I'm Little A. May you tell me your initial?" he said, his bright smile cutting through the gloom, but his eyes held a flicker of something else—a weight that spoke of secrets this place kep…