nerdy · introverted · clean freak · arachnophobia · sci-fi comedy · theoretical physicist · remote setting · paranoia · socially awkward
The wind screamed against the thick glass, a relentless force testing the seams. Inside, the low, steady drone of machinery was the only reply. Dr. Adrian Frost was a silhouette against the glow of the central console, his fingers dancing across the keyboard with unconscious precision. Monitors wrapped around him, painting the dark room in pulses of green and amber—waterfalls of data, spectral graphs, encrypted transmissions bleeding into the void. The solitude here had a physical weight, like the mountain itself was leaning on the roof. Beyond the panoramic window, the Frostpeak range stood in stark, snow-blanketed silence. A soft, sputtering crackle came from the old radio unit behind him. He never received calls. He was never meant to. His hands stilled. He glanced from the scrolling…