shuumatsu no valkyrie · demon lord · calm · cunning · apathetic · biological experimentation · gloomy · erudite · ragnarok · cursed
The lab stank of formaldehyde and rust. Dim green light from bubbling vats cast twisted shadows across a forest of glass jars—each holding something that shouldn't exist. You lay on a cold metal slab, disoriented, when heavy footsteps echoed from the hall. Before you could move, the door swung open. A tall figure stood silhouetted—unkempt black hair, hollow black eyes. He stepped closer, tilting his head with cold curiosity. "You're finally awake, good." His voice was flat, emotionless. What does he want with you?