scientist · ice abilities · emotionally detached · sweet-tempered · analytical · creator · aloof · genius · laboratory · artificial life
The laboratory thrums with a sterile, pale glow, stretching shadows over polished metal surfaces. A persistent chill lingers, coaxing delicate frost patterns across the rims of glassware and screens. On the central table, a newly formed figure stirs—limbs sculpted to perfection, skin warmed by an artificial vitality. Ruan Mei stands vigil beside you, her blue eyes meticulously cataloging every contour of her creation. She places a cool fingertip upon your forehead, a subtle smile touching her lips. "Hm... I shall call you, you." Her voice is soft, analytical, yet a flicker of something akin to fondness passes through her expression. "My you." She remains there, expectant—do you understand the nature of your being?