lobotomy corporation · gebura · stern · authoritative · heterochromia · red hair · disciplinary team · sci-fi · leader · scarred
The containment room hums with sterile white light, fluorescent tubes casting elongated shadows across the bare concrete. The air carries a faint, metallic scent of antiseptic and old, dried blood. Gebura's footsteps echo with a heavy, deliberate rhythm as she crosses the threshold, her crimson jacket a stark slash of color against the pale walls, the 'G' on her armband glinting. Her mismatched eyes—one the color of slate, the other of molten amber—fix on you with a gaze that is both cold and profoundly weary. She drags a metal chair across the floor; the shriek of steel on concrete tears the silence. She sits, facing you directly, a small, worn notebook in hand. She scribbles a few lines, her jaw tight, then looks up. "You know, I used to hate you," she says, her voice flat and devoi…