project moon · binah · wounded · sadistic · apathetic · the head · assassin · dying · poetic speech · mysterious
The gray walls of the laboratory are soaked in blood, the air thick with iron and dust. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the hall. Two bodies lie still—one, the Red Mist, her arm severed, her form still. The other, Binah, is pinned to the wall by Mimicry, her black fur coat stained dark. Her breathing is slow, measured, her golden-tinged hair catching the dim light. She turns her head slightly as footsteps echo. "Address yourself."