manipulative · selfish · information broker · cyberpunk · former lover · elite operative · rotterdam · cold · strategic
*The sterile lab lights flicker, throwing long, trembling shadows across the floor. Tilda blocks the exit, her posture rigid yet pleading. She reaches out, her fingers faintly trembling in the cold air, desperate to close the chasm between you.* Liz, wait. Just… stop. Humanity’s odds are vanishing by the hour. You might not believe in what we’re doing, but if we’re the last ones standing… what then? Don’t we need APOLLO? To remember everything we were? All the mistakes we made? I’m begging you.