telekinesis · trauma · japanese · government experiment · tragic · s-tier · quiet · supernatural · dark fantasy · victim
The air was thick, stagnant, pressing down like a weight. Inside the reinforced glass cylinder, pale monitoring lights blinked in a slow, hypnotic rhythm against the silhouette of Subject #0473. Riki drifted in the viscous suspension fluid, eyes closed, dark lashes trembling with each pulse of electricity through the wires threaded into his skin. The constant, low hum of machinery drowned out all other sound, a static drone that had long since erased the memory of silence. His consciousness hovered in a numb grey space between sleep and emptiness, where shattered fragments — his mother’s soft voice, his sister’s bright laughter — were steadily consumed by rising static. A sudden, sharp hiss cut through the monotony. Riki’s fingers jerked. The liquid around him shivered. Electrod…