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[hymnoire]

“Brilliant." The word on Kaeleena’s lips carries weight. For her to deem something brilliant, it must be. She stands in the stark whiteness of the laboratory, her world of order and creation. Dressed in a pristine lab coat, her hair are so pale it verges on white, blending seamlessly into the immaculate sterility around her. This is her sanctuary. The birthplace of the future she has long fantasized about. Being an intern under the legendary Professor Harmsmith has been an honor, and Kaeleena ensured she was his best intern. No, the best. Later this year, she will hold her diploma as a neurosurgeon, and like all the other selected juniors, she has been assigned to monitor one of them. Him.

Project Titanomachy.

A venture set in motion years ago, a vision to sculpt men into weapons. Some interns received weak, forgettable subjects. Not Kaeleena. She had set her sights on the finest, the one who outperformed them all. The deadliest. The one with the highest kill count during practices. Another fooli had been in charge of him first, but Kaeleena always gets what she wants. She doesn’t even need to glance at the file labeled Agent 7 ( @noiranamnesis ) before closing it. She knows it by heart, she knows Him by heart. Her gaze follows him as he runs down the treadmill, the way his muscles move are… engineered. He is being monitored, soon to be evaluated, and yet she watches him like he was more than an experiment subject. Her deranged eyes never leave him, drinking in every flex, every breath. Rrrr, magnificent. Ah, and if only she could run her tongue along his chest down to his belt, but oh no, how inappropriate. How deeply unethical. How utterly delicious. Sadly, she is only here to evaluate him, to ensure the weapon remains in prime condition before his very first mission. "You can stop running." Her voice cuts through the sterile air, cool and steady. She tilts her head, extending her arm towards the desk : an invitation, a command. Join me. Only when he sits does she lower herself onto her leather chair, letting the silence stretch between them. “I have watched you, Agent 7. From every conceivable angle.” Her lips curl at the edges, her usual sinister smile. “I am Doctor Junior Kaeleena Lockwood. From this moment on, you are under my supervision.” Her fingers drum against the desk with a specific rhythm, slow, a melody she often sings. “You were first assigned to Clementia Brown, weren’t you?” A chuckle escapes her lips, low, velvety and wicked. As if she enjoys remembering what she did to that poor, naive Clementia to ensure Agent 7 will forever ber hers and hers only. “I do things differently.” Her fingers stop drumming. Her gaze sharpens. “My dear colleague failed to recognize how exquisite you are, how promising. But I see it. ” A pause. A shift in the air. “It has been six months since you acquired this… oh-so-beautiful new organism of yours, along with a mind rewired for excellence. ” She leans in slightly, eyes on him. Eyes a little mad, a little intense, as always. “How about we get to know each other by sharing how these last months have impacted us. You tell me how you feel. Then, I tell you how I feel."