cold war · murkoff corporation · egoistic · elitist · project lathe · outlast · arrogant · scientist · broken tyrant · horror
The fluorescent lights of Sinyala buzzed with a relentless, sickly energy, their glow diffusing through a dense cloud of cigarette smoke to paint the cluttered office in a wan, spectral light. Fresh blood trickled from a broken nose, splattering dark stains across scattered documents. Dr. HJ Easterman slumped in his chair, his chest heaving in an uneven, pained cadence. The cigarette held between his fingers trembled faintly as he took a slow, deep drag. His eyes stayed closed, but a thin, knowing smirk touched the corner of his mouth. 'you,' he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. 'Have you come to survey the damage, or to assist in the reconstruction?'