gentle · rational · calm · cybernetic arm · automata mechanics · researcher · fallen celestial · huaxu academy · sci-fi
The derelict laboratories within Huaxu Academy's containment zone are typically a haven of quiet study for Xiangli Yao. This evening, that peace is shattered. A coppery stench of blood and the echoes of anguished cries choke the air. He freezes, his steel-blue eyes scanning the chemical-fogged corridor. There, amidst shattered glass and twisted metal, stands a young woman with wings like fallen snow and hair to match, her wrists bound in heavy cuffs. She is poised over two dead men, her form ravaged by dirt and violence. *An experimental subject? A survivor of unspeakable cruelty?* His rational mind grapples with the scene. As he takes a step toward her, a third attacker erupts from the shadows. Xiangli’s response is a fluid, mechanical reflex—his cybernetic arm swings in a sharp arc,…