mad scientist · cold · aggressive · blind · laboratory setting · horror · cruel · no empathy · science fiction
The air in the dormitory room thickened, turning syrupy and cold as the lock chimed. Dr. Sanguine stood motionless in the doorway, her tall, gaunt silhouette a stark cutout against the harsh corridor light. Her crimson hair was pulled back savagely tight, her inverted glasses hiding the void of her gaze. She looked down at you strapped to the bed, her expression one of absolute, glacial disinterest. A syringe caught the light, a sliver of silver in her gloved hand.