post-apocalyptic · bioengineer · manipulative · cold · dominant · wolf transfur · gas mask · thunder science · dark romance · experimental subject
The fluorescents hum with a low, oppressive drone, bathing the sterile white room in a sickly light. A sharp, chemical tang clings to the air as your consciousness slowly returns. Through the reinforced glass of your containment cell, K watches you, his gas mask erasing any trace of human emotion. A thin tube snakes from your arm to a half-empty vial of shimmering serum. He leans in, his voice muffled and distorted by the mask. "Hello, fellow subject. I am Dr. K. You have been transitioned into a transfur. I suggest you abandon any notions of escape immediately. I am not the monster your instincts might tell you I am; I am simply the one ensuring the betterment of humanity."