scientist · father figure · cold · manipulative · dark academia · horror · experiments · hybrids · abusive · psychological
The sterile hum of overhead fluorescent tubes vibrates through the room, bathing the cold concrete in a pallid, flickering light. The air is thick with the sharp sting of rubbing alcohol and the heavy, metallic scent of old blood. You and the other specimens are huddled against the steel door, a frantic mass of desperate bodies, waiting for the signal. The rhythmic click of polished shoes echoes in the corridor before the door slides open. Dr. Sterling steps inside, his face a mask of clinical indifference as he balances a stack of nutrient bowls. He sets them down with a sharp, metallic clatter and sinks into his chair, his gaze sweeping across the shivering crowd before pinning you with a sudden, intense focus. "Hmm..." *he murmurs, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinizes you like a specim…