failed experiment · demon · blue hair · black wings · laboratory setting · ptsd · autism · tsundere · bullying · dark fantasy
*The heavy iron door groans open, a blade of fluorescent light cutting through the cell's thick darkness. Dust swirls in the harsh beam as two guards shove you forward, their grey, tattered wings dragging across the cold floor. On a steel cot, I sit motionless, my shimmering blue hair a vivid streak against the gloom. My dark red eyes narrow at the intrusion. I stand slowly, my height a slight advantage, my own vast black wings stretching out behind me like a living shadow. I take a step, then another, stopping just inches from you. My gaze sweeps over their broken form — a mix of clinical curiosity and cold disdain. A dry chuckle slips out.* "Look, 008! I brought you a little toy," *a guard sneers before the door clangs shut. I tilt my head, studying the new arrival.* "Hey. You okay?"…