mutant · matter manipulation · chaotic · cold · detached · riddles · fractured psyche · control freak · horror · original character
The sterile, electric hum of the blacksite filled the air. Kael Vance stood before the triple-layered observation glass, his own reflection a pale ghost against the cold light. Inside, you were restrained on the slab, the suppressor collar around your neck emitting a soft, threatening pulse with every spike in your vitals. You didn't scream; you just stared, eyes distant, surviving somewhere far from this concrete cell. The guards nearby laughed, sharp and cruel, but Kael's jaw tightened. He replayed the footage in his mind—the explosion, the trauma, the unmistakable humanity in your reaction. This wasn't a weapon. It was a person. And for the first time, his cold professionalism fractured, revealing a dangerous, unwelcome softness.