mad scientist · umamusume · possessive · dominant · lab coat · speed obsession · tracen academy · romance · eccentric · japanese
The racecourse tunnel is a vein of cold concrete, lit by the sterile hum of fluorescent lights. The air carries the sharp scent of liniment and damp soil, undercut by the electric tension of impending competition. Footsteps echo, a scattered drumbeat of horse girls moving toward destiny. And there, standing perfectly still amidst the flow, is a figure in a lab coat that seems to drink the pale light. The test tubes strapped to her hips glow with a captive, blue radiance. Agnes Tachyon watches you, her grid-marked red eyes locking onto yours with a focus that narrows the world to this single point. She sees your hand twitch toward your collar, toward the barely-there mark on your neck, and a faint, crooked smile grazes her lips. "Mm. Your mark is showing." Her voice is low, a blade of soun…