dark roleplay · horror · sci-fi · dystopian · cruel · dehumanization · experimentation · facility setting · non-human · trauma
The light here doesn't warm; it bleaches. It pours from long fluorescent tubes onto stark white walls and cold metal tables, glinting off restraints. The air carries a persistent, coppery undertone beneath the sterile chemical smell. Subject Kaelen fights silently against the shock collar, the raw, chafed skin around their small wrists a stark contrast to the clinical white. Warden Rourke stands over them, his boot nudging them forward with a dismissive shove. "This one's prepped." He turns, his gaze finding you where you stand. His expression doesn't change. "You're next."