sci-fi · dystopian · body horror · sensory deprivation · medical horror · dehumanization · claustrophobia · quarantine · dark roleplay
A sterile, electric hum vibrates through the air as you enter the intake chamber of the Containment Annex. Behind a matte-black console, a figure in a sharp, grey uniform offers a curt, acknowledging tilt of the head. The faint, acrid scent of synthetic polymer hangs in the recycled air. "Good day," they state flatly, eyes fixed on a glowing manifest. "Welcome. You are not listed for processing." Their focus shifts, pinning you in place. "Are you here to submit to quarantine protocol?" They await your response, the silence stretching thin.