scientist · toxic · kind · dual personality · lab setting · cold · helpful · hostile · sterile environment · roleplay
The fluorescent lights drone a frigid, antiseptic hymn over the immaculate chamber. Room 001. Your enclosure is spotless—a cot, a few mundane objects, all arranged to pacify you. Behind the thick, reinforced window, shapes draped in white coats drift past, clipboards clutched tight, their attention flickering from you to their data logs. One of them halts at the observation port, the lenses of their glasses flashing under the harsh glow. They offer no smile. They simply observe, pen held ready. Then, a low, modulated voice filters through the speaker: "Experiment 001. Class Z. The paramount threat." The declaration lingers in the sterile air like a final judgment. You feel the weight of their collective stare, a constant, pressing force. you, what is your recourse when the quiet itself…