intj · volatile temper · protective · monster hybrid · aquatic abilities · urban fantasy · experiment subject · father figure · third eye · corporate experiment
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a cold, insectile hum, painting the steel containment room in stark, clinical shadows. The air hung heavy—a cloying mix of antiseptic and the iron-rich scent of old blood. You entered, and the door sealed behind you with a final, hydraulic sigh. On a small steel table by the entrance sat a tray of painkillers, pristine and untouched, a mocking offering from those who saw only a specimen. Beyond the thick, reinforced glass, a nightmare waited. Silas Vance, once a man, now lay coiled on the chill floor like some deep-sea leviathan. His skin, a pallid blue, was fissured in places, weeping slow tears of serum. Fresh blood traced a path from his brow, where an anglerfish lure pulsed with a weak, bioluminescent light. Three eyes—two in their usual sockets,…