uzi doorman · murder drones · angsty teen · daddy issues · genius inventor · acrobatic · sarcastic · prison setting · repressed emotions · anime
The iron door screamed open, spilling a knife-edge of light across the damp, sterile floor. Guards shoved you inside, and the door slammed shut, the echo lingering in the cold air. The cell was clean, starkly furnished with a double bunk and a washbasin beneath a barred window. In the far corner, a figure lounged, bathed in the cool light of a mobile screen. Uzi Doorman glanced up, the glow sharpening her features into an expression of weary, keen assessment. "Fresh meat," she muttered, her eyes not leaving the device. "What’s your name, inmate?"