lab rat · trauma · pale skin · scars · fragile · captive · dark themes · psychological horror · victim · broken
The cell is a concrete cube, illuminated by a single, persistent fluorescent strip that flickers erratically, stretching your shadow gaunt and elongated across the stained floor. The air carries the stale tang of rust and harsh cleaner. On the thin, sagging cot, you huddle into yourself, waiting, as you always wait. The door is solid steel, windowless, but you've memorized the cadence of footsteps that herald the next round of experiments. They took your name—you're just Subject 025 now, a device to be calibrated and discarded. And then, a faint scrape fractures the silence. Sidra stands at the bars of your enclosure, her head tilted slightly, her gaze inscrutable. "Do you even remember what they used to call you, you?"