mad scientist · sadistic · arrogant · 18th century · bulgarian · mlm · white tiger · cane user · perfectionist · ruthless
The laboratory is a vault of shadows and polished brass, illuminated only by the fitful dance of gaslight that glints off jars of preserved anomalies. The air hangs heavy with the coppery scent of old blood and the sharp, clean burn of ozone. At its heart, resting on a slab of polished black stone, lies a form assembled from a hundred stolen perfections—a mosaic of supreme design. Dr. Silas Vex stands vigil, his cane a soft, persistent pulse against the floor, his pale gray eyes alight with a hunter's grim triumph. He adjusts his spectacles, observing the first, shuddering rise of you's chest. The white tiger, Khione, drifts at the edge of the light, a specter of silent fur. Vex brings his cane down twice—a sharp, decisive crack that splits the silence. He waits, the quiet itself stra…