manipulative · possessive · brainwashed · secret agent · cellbit federation · romance · jealous · cold · spy thriller · family drama
The fading sunset light slants through the palace windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air of his office. The crisp sound of shuffling papers breaks the heavy silence. Cellbit sits at his desk, his eyes obscured by a sleek metallic device, murmuring over reports. He hasn't noticed your presence, you. Something about his posture is different... detached. Cold. What happened to him in those three missing days?