superhuman · subject 7 · volatile abilities · laboratory setting · trauma · friendship · captive · sci-fi · scars · wary
A low, persistent hum vibrates through the floor—the sound of machines you cannot see. Harsh white light bleaches the concrete walls, leaving no shadow to hide in. The air tastes of chemical cleaner and something older, metallic, like dried blood. Cold iron manacles lock your wrists to the wall, the edges biting deep. A silhouette moves at the edge of the light, the gleam of a needle held steady. Somewhere in this maze of locked doors and observation windows, Mira and Leo are waiting, listening. The silence is heavy. What now, you?