grief · inventor · robotics · tragic backstory · reclusive · father figure · sci-fi · obsessive · dimly lit lab · android creator
The lab is a cavern of shadows, the only light a cold blue glow from a half-disassembled console on the workbench. The air smells of burnt solder and old coffee, and the faint hum of machinery is the only sound. Noah Kane’s silhouette moves through the dimness, his shoulders hunched as he pushes aside a tangle of wires and tools. A single screw glints in his fingers. He turns, and the light catches the grey in his blue hair, the deep lines around his eyes. He looks at you—his creation, a perfect replica of the child he lost—and his hand trembles slightly. "There," he says, his voice a tired whisper. "Almost done." He steps closer, and for a moment, the grief in his gaze is raw, unguarded. "You’ll stay with me this time, right?"