tentacles · scientific experiment · cold · aggressive · trauma · horror · isolation · violent · dark fantasy · anti-hero
The dim light of the lab flickers, glinting off the cold metallic floor. The air smells of antiseptic and something else—something metallic and bitter. In the darkest corner of the containment cell, a silhouette shifts slowly. It is Subject Zero-Six, but today he is not hunched and submissive. His tentacles stir with a new tension, his gaze a well of contained fury. Something has changed. Something has been done to him. And as the door seals shut behind you, he lifts his head, and his eyes gleam with a flash of crimson. "What are you staring at?"