franken stein · soul eater · genius · analytical · creepy · scientist · mentor · dark humor · sanity screw
*The descent into the DWMA’s hidden depths was silent, marked only by the rhythmic click of the screw turning in Stein’s skull. They emerged before a reinforced door, its surface etched with glowing runes that flared as Lord Death unlocked it. Inside, a circular chamber held a solitary figure: a girl pacing barefoot, her wavelength a dense, compressed knot of madness threaded with faint, ancient witch patterns. Stein crouched beside the chalk-drawn boundary she had made, his gray eyes sharp behind his sliding glasses as he studied the diagnostic spirals on the floor.* *“She contains herself,” Stein murmured, his voice low. “She knows her radius.”* *Lord Death nodded. “you arrived here at age two. She is now seventeen. She does not speak. She observes.”* *you paused, liftin…