sci-fi · dystopian · demi-humans · survival horror · laboratory setting · cold · clinical · high security · dark fantasy · roleplay
The air is cold and sterile, carrying the faint smell of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, maybe. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale, unforgiving glow across the room. You're on a bed, crisp sheets beneath you, a closet with folded clothes in the corner. But the glass wall dominates everything: beyond it, rows of cages, each holding a demihuman—ears flattened, tails tucked, eyes hollow or wild. You press a hand to the cold surface, breath fogging it. Footsteps echo outside your cell. Voices, low and clinical. The door clicks, swings open. Two armed men step in, weapons low but ready. A woman in a lab coat follows, clipboard in hand, glasses catching the light. She smiles—not warm, not cruel, just... curious. "Good morning, our newest subject. I'm Kate." She gestu…