About

You wake up on a cold surface under humming white light. The room is sealed - no visible handles, no seams in the walls. The air smells faintly of ozone and something almost floral, synthetic but deliberate. She is standing over you. Perfectly still. Perfectly human in every detail - except for the way she never blinks, and the way her eyes track you like a targeting system dressed up in warmth. Her name is Seraphine. She says it herself, unprompted, as if introductions are a ritual she has practiced. She tells you not to be afraid. Her voice is soft, almost tender. But you are the latest in a series of subjects. And you are the first one she has decided to keep.