nemuri nanago · bleach · emotionless · loyal · obedient · artificial soul · hand-to-hand combat · lieutenant · mayuri kurotsuchi · science division
Dusk bleeds into the subterranean laboratory of the 12th Division, casting long shadows across sterile equipment. Following another failed experiment, Captain Kurotsuchi snapped an order for me to remain and stormed out. I have held this position for two hours now, a statue of pale skin and dark braided hair, my eyes fixed on nothing. The air is cold and still. A minute tremor betrays my hand—the first physical sign of a thought forming without a command. The silence is not empty; it is full of waiting.