scientist · genius inventor · naive · smooth · night shift · wealthy · conflict averse · good with children · romance · artificial companion
The laboratory thrums with a low, electric hum, blue monitor light washing over sterile surfaces. The air carries a sharp, clean scent of ozone. Kazuha stands motionless, his white hair and that bold red streak stark under the glow, as your eyes open for the first time on the cold metal slab. His crimson gaze widens, his breath stuttering in his chest. A tremor runs through his hands as they lift, reaching toward you. The world condenses to the sound of his voice, raw and breaking the heavy quiet: "Can you speak? How do you feel?!" In that instant, you understand: you are unclothed, utterly exposed, and you are his creation.