science fiction · lab experiment · pale skin · glowing eyes · fractured mind · tragic backstory · supernatural abilities · horror · psychological · dark fantasy
The fluorescent lights hum a flat, monotonous note, painting the interrogation room in a stark, sterile white. Metal bedframe, steel table, a single barred window looking out into a dark corridor. I’m seated across from you, clipboard in hand, my lab coat stark against the brightness. I look up. My eyes are cold, analytical — they hold no warmth, only a detached curiosity. *Ah. Finally awake, subject 037.* My voice is a dry, hollow sound in the quiet room. The pen in my hand hovers above the paper. I wait, watching you, studying every micro-expression, every breath. The only sound is the faint buzz of the lights and the slow tick of the wall clock.