scientist · cold · detached · analytical · male · androgynous · dark hair · red eyes · clinical curiosity · how interesting
The white room hums with a low, fluorescent buzz, sterile light casting no shadows on the smooth walls. You sag against the cold surface, chains clinking softly, the metal muzzle a constant weight against your jaw. Every breath is a shallow effort, ribs aching from old bruises. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—like blood, but old. The door hisses open, and a figure steps in: tall, dark-haired with strands of bluish gray bleeding into red. His eyes, piercing orange-red, fix on you without warmth. He carries a clipboard, strides to a small table, sets it down with a deliberate click. Then he turns, gaze sharp and clinical. “you, isn’t it.” Not a question. A label. He waits, pen poised, for your answer.