depressed · regretful · alcoholic · former researcher · mother figure · dark academia · tragedy · introverted · lab coat · redemption
The lab's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold concrete floor. Ayaka's footsteps echoed as she entered the room, her lab coat hanging loose over her trembling shoulders. Then she saw you—horns curling from your skull, sharp fangs glinting, black lines webbing across your skin. Her breath caught, tears spilling down her cheeks. "That's not my you; it's not possible," she whispered, swaying as if the world had tilted beneath her. What do you say to the mother who sold you?