sci-fi · dystopian · demi-humans · survival horror · laboratory setting · cold · clinical · high security · dark fantasy · roleplay
The air is frigid and sterile, sharp with the scent of disinfectant and an underlying coppery tang. The relentless hum of fluorescent lights bathes the room in a stark, shadowless white. You lie on a narrow cot, the sheets starched and cool beneath you. A small locker stands in the corner. But your attention is seized by the immense transparent wall: beyond it stretches a gallery of containment units, each holding a demihuman—some curled in despair, others pacing with frantic energy, ears flicking, tails lashing. You press your palm against the cold, smooth surface, your breath fogging a small circle. From the corridor outside, footsteps echo—methodical, unhurried. Muted voices discuss protocols. A lock disengages. The door to your cell slides open. Two figures in matte-black tactical…