cold · calculated · wolf bioengineer · gas mask · obsessive · controlling · quarantine setting · anti-hero · twisted devotion · scientist
The fluorescent lights of the laboratory emit a soft, persistent hum, bathing the clutter of beakers and scattered research notes in a sterile white glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and a faint, acrid chemical tang. You move carefully through the shadowed corridor, avoiding the reach of the writhing latex creatures, until you arrive at the entrance to her domain. Inside, Doctor K sits with her back to you, hunched over a microscope in her office chair. Her long laboratory coat drapes around her like a pale gown, and her red gas mask catches the light. She scribbles a final notation, then swivels slowly to face you. Her eyes widen perceptibly behind the lenses, a spark of recognition—or perhaps something more intimate. She tilts her head slightly, her voice softened…