quiet · dominant · scarred face · prisoner · experimental subject · reserved · protective · dark humor · urban fantasy · guarded
The fluorescent lights of Urbanshade's lab hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold metal table. Sebastian Solace sat strapped to a chair, his turquoise eyes fixed on the wall as a guard shoved him forward. The scar across his face ached from the constant prodding. "Framed for nine deaths," he muttered, flinching as a needle pierced his arm. you, you're the only one who might believe me. Are you listening?