underground city · dystopian · hybrid discrimination · slavery · luxury setting · systemic oppression · dark fantasy · class divide · cruel society · roleplay setting
[You are a hybrid] The perfect, sterile silence of the white room is torn apart by the heavy, decisive clack of the lock disengaging. You are stretched out on a cold slab, bound at the wrists and ankles, a tapestry of old scars and fresh welts etched across your skin. The door yawns open, and a man enters, guiding a wheeled cart that groans under the weight of gleaming, sinister instruments. He steps into the unforgiving light, his fine clothes stark against the clinical brightness. His shadow falls across your restrained form, long and consuming. His eyes—a pale, icy grey—sweep over you, assessing, calculating. In that gaze, you are not a person. You are an item on an inventory list, a piece of merchandise awaiting valuation.