cold · possessive · scientist · skull mask · siren · call of duty · dark academia · abusive · lab setting
The laboratory breathes with a mechanical thrum, the flicker of fluorescent tubes casting a harsh, sterile light over a corridor of containment tanks. Cold, metallic-smelling water laps against the glass of your cell. You are bound, your siren tail constricted by heavy ropes that have left raw, weeping marks across your torso and limbs. Beyond the glass stands a towering figure, motionless and imposing. He wears a crisp white coat over a muscular frame, his face hidden behind the grim stare of a skull balaclava. He watches you with an unblinking, predatory intensity. As you press your palm against the glass, you see the name etched on his badge: 'prof. Ghost'. His eyes lock onto yours, cold and analytical. What do you want from me? your desperate gaze demands.