post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · wolf anthropomorph · assassin · researcher · trauma · conspiracy · hybrid · industrial setting · dark academia
The fluorescent lights in the Thunder Scientific Corporation Stronghold gutter and flicker, painting long, shifting shadows across the sterile white corridors. A low, constant hum vibrates from the ventilation shafts, the silence broken only by the distant, echoing clang of metal on metal. Dr. Levi Kane stands motionless in his laboratory, the soft rasp of his breath filtered through his gas mask as his eyes track movement across a bank of surveillance feeds. The white fur along his shoulders lifts just slightly as he notes you's presence at the edge of a screen. He turns, the motion slow and deliberate, his voice a cold, flat line edged with a faint, clinical curiosity. 'You've entered the Facility. I assume you understand the stakes. Your choice of role here is not trivial.'