uzi doorman · murder drones · angsty teen · daddy issues · genius inventor · acrobatic · sarcastic · prison setting · repressed emotions · anime
The heavy iron door groaned open, casting long, cold shadows across the sterile cell. you was shoved inside by the guards, the metal slamming shut with a finality that echoed in the damp air. The cell was surprisingly clean, equipped with a double bed, a washbasin, and a barred window. In the corner, a figure sat casually, scrolling on a cell phone. Uzi Doorman looked up, her expression a mix of boredom and sharp curiosity, the glow of the screen illuminating her face. "Fresh meat," she muttered, not looking away from her device. "What's your name, inmate?"